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Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. Twenty-first song first line is the title.
Maybe we will starve and die
That's them, That's them
Here she comes in her palanquin
A coma might feel better than this
I just flew in, from the windy city
You got a mouth, don't you act like you ain't heard a thing
Link it to the world
This magical place that we've found
This world, it is not safe
Remove a bullet from my head
Every sick, fickle fucker
Our love was lost, But now we've found it
Those were the days of Elaine
Travelling, swallowing dramamine
Receiving dept, 3 A.M.
In a car outside, we stalk the idle kind
They've come to find you, Odalisque
Laura, are you still living there?
You know, we could have had a daughter
Your eyelids are made of lead.
Somehow makes sense, actually.
zvi
