iPod Poem
I remember once we said the moss would never grow on us.
And yet, for a time we took the yoke.
Well I was bound but now I'm Free, by my own choice
although She Said It Was Destiny.
And You and I can still walk
that ancient road, with the Gin Soaked Boy who never settles down
but Like a Rolling Stone keeps his feet on the path and never
diverts.
And has our captivity changed our chemistry?
Are you still the only catnip for me?
Is your soul as pure as it was in youth?
And have youthful diversions ripened into truth?
(todays challenge was to put my iPod on "shuffle" then incorporate the first five song titles, unchanged, into a poem. )
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