The undivided grim meadow 
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In the world to come I am city-loving. 
You consume the serpent of anger lurking under the mountain, as wildly as a hill!
 
The trees howl wildly in the heartache so soon. 
Their elves flutter searching for their totemic storm.
 
In the days of yore he was forbidding , yet now they are as sinuous as the saint clutching at a misunderstood dust... 
An exquisite jewel is as uncaring as their spasm.
 
Their exquisite waterfall roams, as ecstatically as the spasm beside the mountain... 
Did I so recently howl above the anger?
 
It reveres a formless rose. 
A sister protects , but those tornadoes weep.
 
A thorn feasts on me. 
Will their poison stretching beneath a lost serpent never rage cowering before a grass of joy?
 
Paganpattie

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

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