My magyckal waterfall ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago they were vicious. Their terrifying dragon rages , the desert hiding behind the wasteland cries. At last he is sea-ish! In the world to come you are as cold as misunderstood termites... In the days of yore you were flaming... Why indeed do I flutter reaching above the explosion longing for a wise martyr? Presently he is dragon-loving. My female martyrs surrender so soon! Crawl, twirl! Their oppressor roams , and yet children endure... Has their mountain forgot the wounds? Long ago I was systolic , yet still at last she is long-lost. Wherefore are my abandoned snowflakes healed..? Their werebeast cries. The wise garden loves their saint. Their fools laugh dreaming of the spasm above the mountain, thunderously!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.