Their jewel of desolation 
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In the days of yore saints revered. 
Why, why do I weep scratching at their flaming memory through the desolation? 
Did I once consume my sea, fitfully? 
Wherefore are memories shattered? 
Why do I laugh, as darkly as their thunderbolt? 
At last, the saint...
 
Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net

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

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