exact syllable matches

made

by those we lost

mythology produced numerous

coyote gods

can really

find your G-spot

 

I don't need y'all

No,

I don't recall

'cause

I hope he's wrong

slaver,

I know he was

But

I know he's wrong

 

I know thee not

 

I won't be long

First

light, Zoe thought

the stars

like lonely swans

them with

my Holy Cross

Your face

my quarry was

Last

night's skokiaan

in the night

sky, Procyon

 

Why won't he STOP

with 2 extra syllables

our

paradigm for Greek art