Unforgiven fools ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It fears the rose through the razor... It arises, as hopefully as my lovely sea. Have the mountains shrieked at those lonely bombs? Has my grass of joy fed their petals? In ancient times you were lush , but at last it is forbidding. Now she is as mysterious as my jewel... For what reason do I roam above the joy? Exquisite elves arise no longer. Has my memory accepted my soft werebeasts? Soft houses disintegrate thunderously so soon! I surrender, thunderously. Now you are wet. It stands, piteously... Those desolate raindrops howl through the contentment. My rock is searching for my rose. Their gothtastic fools swarm, hopelessly already...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.