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It doesn't scare me at all!
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 doesn't scare me at all!"
Mott the Hoople and the game of life
His embrace, a fortress
Oft við Amor hef ég átt í erjum [With Cupid have often I quarreled]
Bærinn minn [my farm]
Do the impossible
Faaaaame, makes a man take things over
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happenin'
We goin' one step forward, two steps back!
Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave
Minna no peace, it's all right!
The skies are charcoal grey,
Winter's almost gone, how I waited so long
It glittered and it gleamed
Keep on talking like a novacane hurricane
Party people, party people
Times are strange
Hidden gamble
Tryin' to remember what city I know you from
You left Billy with the kid
"It doesn't scare me at all!"
Mott the Hoople and the game of life
His embrace, a fortress
Oft við Amor hef ég átt í erjum [With Cupid have often I quarreled]
Bærinn minn [my farm]
Do the impossible
Faaaaame, makes a man take things over
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happenin'
We goin' one step forward, two steps back!
Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave
Minna no peace, it's all right!
The skies are charcoal grey,
Winter's almost gone, how I waited so long
It glittered and it gleamed
Keep on talking like a novacane hurricane
Party people, party people
Times are strange
Hidden gamble
Tryin' to remember what city I know you from
You left Billy with the kid
...wow.