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:P
I’m hot, you’re cold
Motorcycles in the parking lot
This ain't a song for the brokenhearted
The world was on fire, no-one could save me but you
And I would do anything for love
I come home, in the morning light
I hear my name
I heard the sound bite
"I'll try," she said as he walked away.
Alright sir
"I'll try," she said as he walked away.
Gazing through the window at the world outside
Dancing things, painted wings
Birds and butterflies
Every time you messed with my head
I've been meaning to tell you
First I was afraid
Got you half flippin like fire
I am amused
Let me hear you say hey hey hey
Na na na na na na
vineri, august 8
Cute:P
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