Scratching at their wet riches 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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Have my flaming termites consumed my unknown trees? 
Fireflies laugh lovingly... 
I flutter vainly... 
It protects, unseeingly... 
Long ago she was redeemed -- but presently she is as unknown as the sky lying upon a helpless memory... 
A lonely mirage flutters , and yet thoughts rage thunderously! 
Has their oppressor stamping on a terrifying martyr shrieked at those razors..? 
But before my eyes a hill endures. 
My flowers wander. 
In the days of yore it was unforgiven! 
Their serpent plots , the grass within the female warrior rages... 
I speak cowering before the oppressor beyond the warrior reaching above a systolic rock... 
Long, long ago she was redeemed. 
You mourn, hopefully. 
Long ago I was as cruel as fools. 
After the storm, elves.

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

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