From...everybody, pretty much:
Put your MP3 player/playlist 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.
When You Were YoungSomeday I'm gonna be famous
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I MISS YOU LIKE WOAH!
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also, i may be playing floating aden over winter break, so maybe we can really get together.
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i know i can't complain
i know there's no hope
yeah cause nobody searches
chimney falls and lovers blaze
i was just bony hands
threw out believable yesterday
four score years
so faithful, so few
ask me again
we should crash the party
my messenger in disguise
she floats like a stone
the hand on the clock strikes two
once when her mother called
wish i could remember why it mattered to me
plastic california looks like blood
i've heard there was a secret chord
i want the girl all dressed in white
this one goes out to the one i love
i've been a rambler all my life
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