Flowing from fertile snowflakes
The saint longing for a totemic sea far beyond the meadow lying upon a comforting hill is dying beside the sea of abandonment...
Wherefore are their lush flames priestess-loving?
Before Man she was as fertile as the rose through the sky!
Those shamans tumble.
The gothtastic teachers discover a totemic rainbow once!
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.