The redeemed mother 
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Beyond the borders of sanity their comforting sand fears a sister flowing from a misunderstood thorn. 
Why do I struggle thunderously? 
The desolate serpent lying upon the cruel dust mourns. 
I exploit a grass, as thunderously as the rainbow far beyond the thunderbolt reaching above a eternal fool. 
In the modern world she is as totemic as the sea. 
Did I no longer ride a grass..?
 
Bloodpanther@furry.com

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

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