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Put your MP3 player (or whatever) 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. Now, Look At All The Lonely People Sometimes you walk by the good ones, You move like I want to. Asked the girl what she wanted to be. Psycho therapy! Psycho therapy! A few stolen moments is all that we share. Do you want to go back to the way we were? Why dont you fool me, feed me, say you need me? You make me dizzy, running circles in my head! Ernold Same awoke from the same dream Don't want to hang around anyone today. I hear your name whispered on the wind. When I look back, boy, I must have been green! Maybe it would be fun to get a new opinion, Baby, baby, baby, you are my voodoo child! Our little secret might just be the kind of thing that you can't hide, I walk along the city streets. This thing called love, I just can't handle it. Oh yeah, I tell you something, Porcelain. Oh Miss Elphaba, the things one hears these days! ---------------------------------------- A modern classic, I'm sure you'll agree.
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