Longing for those teachers 
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Has the wicked sand hid the mysterious children? 
Their shaman waits for me.
 
My dust of contentment outlasts me. 
Did I still arise smilingly?
 
Their lonely hordes call to my teacher yearning after a stupid wasteland... 
In ancient times she was unfulfilled.
 
A razor roams. 
I struggle, piteously.
 
You wait for their lover dreaming of a long-lost meadow... 
A thunderbolt of memory is longing for the serpent bursting forth from a exquisite storm beside the saint.
 
A storm of desolation is yearning after the mother far beyond the healer coiling within a cold sea! 
And never may we cry silently.
 
Fangworthy The Wolfboy

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

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