We're not talking about my Thanksgiving.
Instead, a meme!
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.
Like a virgin with an urgin' in a surgery,
No one, I think, is in my tree.
Jojo was a man who thought he was an owner,
My lovey-dovey baby.
I call your name,
Something in the way she moves.
Mama thinks I'm living in a convent,
How to survive as a bride.
I should tell you, I should tell you,
Here I am in the place where I come let go.
It's not you, she says,
Oh, to be loved by a man with a goal.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
Can you take me back where I came from?
You're gonna lose that girl,
Rain falls, heart burns.
Rosemary,
Hare krishna, hare krishna.
Oh, dirty Maggie Mae,
Ah, Kansas City, gonna get my baby back home.
- When I Wake Up Early in the Morning
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.
Like a virgin with an urgin' in a surgery,
No one, I think, is in my tree.
Jojo was a man who thought he was an owner,
My lovey-dovey baby.
I call your name,
Something in the way she moves.
Mama thinks I'm living in a convent,
How to survive as a bride.
I should tell you, I should tell you,
Here I am in the place where I come let go.
It's not you, she says,
Oh, to be loved by a man with a goal.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
Can you take me back where I came from?
You're gonna lose that girl,
Rain falls, heart burns.
Rosemary,
Hare krishna, hare krishna.
Oh, dirty Maggie Mae,
Ah, Kansas City, gonna get my baby back home.
- When I Wake Up Early in the Morning