Snagged from
gritsinmisery:
Put your MP3 player thingy on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.
We are all prostitutes
We started living in an old house
Stop making the eyes at me
Raise your glass
Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky
If you see a faded sign at the side of the road
Baby let me take you home
I don't
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*is hypnotised by the Dean!back. Could be improved with some whip scars though*
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And joining in on the Love shack love :D
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