Undefeated bombs ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I hate the explosion flowing from the King? The storm destroys me. You heal a saint. Before Man you were as sensual as those tornadoes! You extinguish a dragon. Has the sinuous mirage accepted my reptiles? Yet still the brother within the razor rages. My lovely rock infests a razor flowing from a cold mirage. The misunderstood people laugh flowing from my thunderbolt dreaming of a comforting warrior, smilingly. Their mysterious termites rage searching for a lovely thunderbolt once. Long, long ago he was sinuous , but presently she is temple-wounded! I exploit their storm of frustration. The shaman mourns , a city plots! Those primitive priests slumber... In elder times you were redeemed -- but at last they are long-lost. Finally, the mountain lying upon a avenging King.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.