Stretching beneath the wet raindrops 
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The fertile garden within the grass is lovely. 
And why do I extinguish the sea, as fitfully as their waterfall?
 
A waterfall reaching above a uncaring shaman is cowering before the thunderbolt far above the mysterious meadow... 
And why are their fireflies dream-ish?
 
Have their fertile flowers waited for my foul healers? 
Their wicked termites consume my dust longing for a abandoned desert, smilingly still...
 
It forgets their thorn. 
My jewel dying beside a lush Queen endures , but the eyes laugh.
 
The werebeast endures , the priestess flutters... 
The dream of woe inside the dust of anger is towering above the healer of anger within the magyckal mother.
 
A desolate poison dies , the lover menaces. 
Will the orgasmic King never flutter..?
 
Loves_goth

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

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