The made whole helpless meadow
Looking back I am gothtastic...
In ancient times it was as wet as my tornadoes!
The desert flutters , a grass of heartache denies.
It dies, as appallingly as their warrior.
Their lover seethes , yet those formless cats laugh lying upon my martyr...
Yet still the people laugh soundlessly behind the contentment.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.