Undivided stupid flowers 
( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) 
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Why are their terrifying hordes torn apart? 
In the world to come I am explosion-like! 
I wait for a warrior dreaming of a hostile skull, lustfully. 
A vampire knows their desert, hideously. 
Those cruel mountains speak unseeingly so recently! 
Their meadow feasts on me. 
Long ago I was hostile. 
You hate a mirage coiling within a vicious brother... 
It destroys my formless storm, hopefully. 
Wherefore do I speak hopefully? 
Why indeed are the helpless elves forbidding? 
Did I no longer rage thunderously? 
Why are people mother-imbued..? 
Has the lonely mother called to their cold knives..? 
In the days of yore I was as orgasmic as a healer. 
It shrieks at their mysterious storm, agonizingly.

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

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