Put your music 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 song is the title.
When Somebody Loves You
Carry on, my wayward son,
there's a song that I hear every morning:
"It takes two."
The Nova Scotia winds blow my love to me,
there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run.
Just one year of love is better than a lifetime alone,
away from Halifax's muddy creeks and Canada's fields of pine.
Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup -
saying "I love you",
"That dude looks a lady",
"There's a little girl I know, you might know her too."
This thing called love, I just can't handle it:
"Sound the pibroch loud and high,
put your dreams away for another day."
Purple haze all in my brain,
I didn't want to say it - much too obvious.
In the town of Athol, one Charlie Lanigan battered away 'til
half-past twelve, and I'm watching the late show all on my own:
"Here's a story of a girl, who grew up lost and lonely -
it was twenty years ago today."