exact syllable matches

what does it
all mean
the end justifies
all means
deeply rooted of
all needs
we would
all scream
religion is beyond
all speech
industry and dry
all streams
Who created
all these
natural reason against
puzzle, rather than
all three
They were, after
all, Greeks
say first of
all, See
few, but they
are deep
all its citizens
and their emotions
as the stillborn
have souls that
Only the educated
possible when men
right once they
slave whose acts
are free
know why you
our ordinariness, that
What hands
are here
Beliefs
are neat
if the images
are real
men or gods
are these
And all cats
are thieves
Sometimes they
are three
after all where
Now where
we, and why
are we
servants in Africa
brought me
business, whatever to
call me
that which we
call speech
What shall I
call thee
day his boss
called me
For so he
when my genius
calls me
been sent to
cross me
of pale or
dark greens
shade on life's
dark stream
of a Mad
Dog, st
Montagu has
dropt me
Chinese in the
war to the
Far East
But these levees
got breached
and the fear
Well shit, ya
got me
numbers that they
haunt me
the rude Norse
heart feel
 
John Cleese
 
John Keats
 
Juan Gris
is violet with
large beams
refreshing for the
long sleep
better than a
long speech
But they need
her, man could
That could
what it should
not be
us, do we
not bleed
praise thee may
not cease
And they are
not cheap
which you had
not dreamed
that he should
not feel
as we are
the Press is
not free
and we did
not freeze
red, and green
not green
he that will
not heare
truth, the imagination
not least
I will
not leave
feed, and know
other things, but
not me
that we do
not need
of war is
not peace
very well you're
You are
not real
end we will
not see
if Silvia be
not seen
and I could
the prisoner does
not speak
and died, Do
on alone, Do
not weep
not and can
not yield
steady old beat, or
off-beat
know what's going
on here
a big influence
a deep impression
a powerful impression
a profound effect
all fell asleep
as it had
can hold out
conservative hit job
future has claims
ideas of betterness
impact Madonna made
influence he had
its beastly will
planets had fallen
sit in judgment
so doesn't work
sun had shone
their insecurities out
waste his prayers
on me
during his exile
on St
its solitude turns
joy to gaze
made his meal
on thee
we should concentrate
on these
get my project
on wheels
and I got off
scot-free
the Talib who
shot me
limit ourselves to
small dreams
men of relatively
small means
large gums and
small teeth
a miracle to
stop me
The buck
stops here
Only one thing
stops me
bitter experience has
much that was
taught me
requires a little
thought here
criminal friends on
Wall Street
Why does it
want me
the first woman
was Eve
So infatuated
was he
was told she
was here
the young man
you'd know it
was me
everything I imagined
though the torture
to tell what
was real
Mussolini's fate
was sealed
ooze and weed
was seen
of the heliometer
was St
then, how it
was sweet
Everyone is
washed clean
Well, Just
watch me
He had never
wronged me
AMMUNITION ASSHOLES, WOULD
YA PLEASE

with 1 extra syllable

these infinite spaces
alarms me
make a whole
baseball team
not fated to
befall me
I don't
belong here
I'd be rich
beyond dreams
It is
beyond me
Surely this
cannot be
in us, pain
cannot cease
but we often
to music you
cannot hear
in what one
of something you
that my eyes
cannot see
about that damned
captain of the
football team
reality and reality
upon dream
an indescribable impression
at last come
classical thermodynamics made
old boy beamed
Providence hath bestowed
the Voice came
true light dawned
very graciously arise
with horror, seized
you cannot play
upon me

with 2 extra syllables

I, The
Vagabond, st

with 4 extra syllables

doesn't care about
international peace