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.
It’s a kind of magic
What got into you, got into me, too.
Well, sometimes I go out by myself, and I look across the water.
Hordes of faces, empty eyes — I see nothing new.
I’ve got it bad, you don’t know how bad I’ve got it.
Bring it on
Aint no sunshine when she’s gone
I had visions, I was in them, I was looking into the mirror.
Come take my hand, you should know me.
I sit and wait for you cause’ this was never over
When I was back there in seminary school
At the sharp end of the view
Out of the ruins, out from the wreckage
Are you ready?
Bei fang you jia ren (A rare beauty in the north… )
Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup
I tell you how I feel, but you don’t care.
Light a candle, lay flowers at the door
You see them coming at you every night
Oh, a storm is threatening.
I kinda like it!