Rhyme, time, slime, rhyme!

'Teng' and 'Cheng' rhyme.

No rhyme, no reason.

That's why you rhyme!

Come back, I'll rhyme.

I'II rhyme, this time.

It's hard to rhyme.

This time you rhyme.

You rhyme this time.

It doesn't have to rhyme.

Lisa, why must we rhyme?

It is like old Siamese rhyme

And I have translated the rhyme.

He's just memorized a rhyme for us.

Lisa, you didn't rhyme and you're not Muriel.

Never need a reason, never need a rhyme

Sing me no song, read me no rhyme

You don't have to be Muriel when you rhyme!

We can create a future where hope and history rhyme.

Budington. I can't think of a rhyme for Budington yet.

It just for me, it's not good here with rhyme.

I can't think of a rhyme for Budington . Why should you?

I've gotten the sackeroo in many ways, but never in rhyme.

Whenever I run across a funny name, I like to find a rhyme.

I despise that because it doesn't rhyme at all, but Daphne loves it.

She spoke a rhyme, in which she said my true fate was hidden.

It sounds like a nursery rhyme that just sprang up from my mind

What smoke is for a Colt, what water is for a fish, what...oh, what do I know, what soda is for whisky, what rhyme is for a poem, what strophe is for a rhyme,

Never need a reason, never need a rhyme When you step in time, you step in time

Ow, step in time Ow, step in time Never need a reason, never need a rhyme Whoa!

You kept searching my pockets last night, sir. You said you were looking for a rhyme for Budington .

Over the rooftops, step in time Over the rooftops, step in time Never need a reason, never need a rhyme

So, all of that is to say that I like to believe that for every word intended as to render us deaf to one another, there is always a lyric connecting ears and hearts across the continents in rhyme.

I'm not the only kid who grew up this way, surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we got called them all.

And in doing that, I want to offer you a vision, an imagined future, if you will, of how, as the poet Seamus Heaney has put it, Once in a lifetime the longed for tidal wave of justice can rise up, and hope and history rhyme.

Indeed, in movements of modernism and post modernism, there was visual art without beauty, literature without narrative and plot, poetry without meter and rhyme, architecture and planning without ornament, human scale, green space and natural light, music without melody and rhythm, and criticism without clarity, attention to aesthetics and insight into the human condition.