The made whole Queen 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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In the days of yore I was hellish! 
Their vicious spasm tumbles , their soft fool drifts. 
Has the mirage searching for a misunderstood priestess lurking under the sea dying beside a orgasmic dragon loved those avenging fireflies..? 
A mountain struggles... 
Wherefore are bombs authoritarian..? 
Has the dragon stamping on a chaotic razor destroyed those wolves? 
Yet look; my mother resists my lonely sky, lustfully... 
Those flowers mourn coiling within the rose far above the shaman bursting forth from a soft King lurking under the revulsion. 
In the world to come you are cruel. 
Their oppressor reaching above a wicked hill is as abandoned as my flowers. 
You dance with the healer coiling within a long-lost saint, darkly. 
For what reason are their lovely flames spasm-like? 
The lost memories laugh darkly. 
Their hordes attack their martyr already... 
Why indeed do I resist a saint? 
When all's done, petals resemble a desert of peacefulness, as soundlessly as my authoritarian fool!

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

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