Bored... bored... bored... bored... this is what I get when "settled." Ugh.
Put your MP3 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.
We MIght Kiss When We are Alone
Talk to me softly
You cut me down a tree
Take another chance now
Oh Danny Boy
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Oh Danny Boy
Heh. Heh heh heh.
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