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I once made a hat out of clay,

Henry Imler December 18th, 2006

I kept it all to myself,
but then one day,
as I was reaching for the top shelf,
the baker’s son stole it away.

Terrible huh? How did I come up with it? Sometimes I wonder the same
about some of the songs I sing at Church. There is an air of
over-familiarity about them. It seems I might have come across the
answer:

Evangelical Mad Libs

How many songs can you write?

O (Title) of my (Noun)
(Title), when I (Verb) your (Noun)
Something in my (Body Part) just (Verb)
And I can’t (Verb) anymore
When I’m in the (Noun)
I know your (Body Part/Noun) (Verb) me
And I know I’m gonna (Blank) (Title) (Period of Time)

(Title), You’re so (Adjective)
(Title), You’re so (Adjective)
(Title), You’re more (Adjective) than anything I’ve ever (Verb) before
And I’m gonna (Verb) You (Period of Time)
I’m gonna (Verb) You (Period of Time)
Because you’re (Adjective), you’re so (Adjective)
I wish I had the words to say

That I’m (Reaction) by Your (Divine Attribute)
I’m (Reaction) by Your (Divine Attribute)
I can’t (Verb) that You would (Verb) for (Title)
And even if the (Noun) can’t (Verb)
And I can’t (Verb) Your (Body Part)
I’ll still (Verb) You with all my (Body Part/Noun) for (Period of Time)
(Verb) with all my (Body Part/Noun) for (Period of Time)….

ht: Relevintage

I promise I won’t be cynical tomorrow.

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