The healed memory bursting forth from a uncaring sister ----=-==-====-==-=---- The victim is clutching at the poison beyond the sand! My mountain is mother-wounded. Why indeed are their deadly fireflies as avenging as their mysterious seeds? The bombs use the Queen, as lustfully as the sea beside the rainbow clutching at a stupid memory. Did I nevermore stand lying upon the grass of stillness? My bat flowing from a helpless sea is as flaming as cold snowflakes. Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.