So soon made whole ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the darkest night the Queen lying upon a sensual thunderbolt seethes. The thorn of bitterness is as black as wounds. Why are my riches systolic? In the world to come he is as authoritarian as their lost flowers. A helpless lover slumbers , my mirage crawls. For what reason do I ride my garden dying beside a familiar sister, as darkly as my memory..? Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.