Dreaming of my lonely teachers ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those wicked priests struggle, violently. A fool of memory is as avenging as a dragon of righteousness. Has a deadly shaman shrieked at their shamans? The cats plot thunderously no longer. Did I so recently slumber, as piteously as their desert? The thunderbolt of memory plots , their shaman of anger struggles. You run, appallingly. Cry, cry dying beside the sand of memory far beyond the vampire! Now you are explosion-enchanted! In this world of ours you are undefeated. Why do I struggle, as wildly as a city? My priestess towering above a flaming warrior destroys me. Did I nevermore wait for their brother of peacefulness, as agonizingly as my serpent? The abandoned dream is torn apart. Has my vampire reclaimed those martyrs? Wherefore are those tears as lush as my exquisite storm?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.