( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

Healed wise werebeasts 
As my tears flow I laugh , but stand. 
Did I still seethe bursting forth from the dragon far above the desert, terrifyingly? 
Why indeed are my soft flowers sinuous..? 
Has the totemic shaman far above the werebeast of abandonment revered those raindrops? 
A gothtastic rose is as magyckal as the warrior of contentment within the mirage dreaming of a orgasmic waterfall.

See jbrowse.com for the original code. The online version available there has been throwing a 500 for some time now, hence this page.