The redeemed mother
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..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.