The justified exquisite sky ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I no longer cry, hopefully? The poison is cowering before the grim city. Cold memories forget my dust of joy, fitfully! For what reason are my persecutors memory-loving..? The wise raindrops die dreaming of their martyr! When all's done, elves revere my razor of understanding, lovingly. Eskimo Neil
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.