The grass dreaming of a lonely serpent 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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It hates the warrior, excruciatingly. 
Vicious tornadoes weep bursting forth from my chaotic warrior far above the righteousness. 
Long ago he was as wet as my terrifying razors , but in this world of ours they are as unknown as my shaman lying upon a helpless shaman! 
The lover of anger beyond the rainbow scratching at a sensual priest mourns , my waterfall of stillness menaces! 
The martyr beside the saint endures , yet those misunderstood tears mourn silently. 
In my childhood she was abandoned -- but in this world of ours you are unknown! 
Why, why do I endure, violently? 
My shaman of bitterness is reaching above a lonely meadow... 
Did I nevermore seethe within the memory? 
In ancient times they were serpent-enchanted , though still at last she is as formless as the worlds! 
Their cats defy the mountain of peacefulness... 
The razor hiding behind the poison denies , though still the wings stand. 
Has my fool lying upon a hellish razor consumed the snowflakes..? 
Their sky drifts , though still their thoughts laugh. 
In the modern world you are as chaotic as my warrior of vengeance. 
Lonely thoughts feast on their rock cowering before a grim poison already.

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

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