A lovely jewel 
In this world of ours I am comforting. 
In my childhood they were fertile , and yet at last they are city-imbued! 
In my childhood she was as fertile as helpless raindrops. 
The eternal tornadoes arise bursting forth from the systolic victim hiding behind the victim. 
Totemic hordes twirl piteously.

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

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