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Stolen from Steph: Put your media player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
It's the second September I have known you
Share bride failing star
now it's just you two
forgive me, you cut out again
the grass and the daisies
You've got this new head filled up with smoke
all I perceive is wasted and broken
down by Okkervil River
I watched you change
close your eyes, close the door
I am just a poor boy
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
You let me violate you
Don't drink the water
No matter which way you go
I want to live where soul meets body
In a coffee shop in a city
Been beat up and battered 'round
Isn't it strange?
I should have known
Sad, small, sweet, so delicate
It's the second September I have known you
Share bride failing star
now it's just you two
forgive me, you cut out again
the grass and the daisies
You've got this new head filled up with smoke
all I perceive is wasted and broken
down by Okkervil River
I watched you change
close your eyes, close the door
I am just a poor boy
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
You let me violate you
Don't drink the water
No matter which way you go
I want to live where soul meets body
In a coffee shop in a city
Been beat up and battered 'round
Isn't it strange?
I should have known
Sad, small, sweet, so delicate