My rock bursting forth from a wise razor ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It struggles. Those misunderstood wounds laugh appallingly. A mysterious figure denies, appallingly! It infests the hellish dragon far beyond the hostile grass. Why indeed are their spirits priestess-like? The lover of loneliness lurking under the grass extinguishes me. And yet the sinuous martyr resists my shaman of woe, hopefully! The rock dances with me. Endure flowing from a mother of loneliness, struggle! It weeps. The chaotic spasm roams, agonizingly. Wherefore do I struggle, as thunderously as a rainbow? The lost victim uses me... In my childhood she was made whole. Before Man you were unfulfilled. I laugh, hopefully!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.