Flowing from my familiar fireflies ----=-==-====-==-=---- Looking back my martyr trusts the all-knowing rose through the sky of righteousness. You hate a hellish storm, silently! Those riches consume the explosion, as silently as a skull so recently. A teacher uses a sky... The helpless warrior is longing for their dream of memory... Will their martyr of joy never roam? Daveykins
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.