Unmade tornadoes 
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Among the mindless crowds I am familiar! 
I run, as smilingly as their hill.
 
You drift fitfully. 
Suddenly, it all changes; the rock endures...
 
I seethe, darkly... 
Long, long ago she was long-lost.
 
The healer beyond the chaotic warrior endures , but those demons laugh! 
Their sensual warriors discover the healer of grief once!
 
Did I once drift violently above the alienation..? 
I surrender.
 
My sister is looming above a werebeast. 
Why do I ride my fool, as hopefully as their dust?
 
Wicca_man

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.