Fix #5: Verse typesetting

Thanks to the pandoc-discussion thread at
<https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/pandoc-discuss/_JnTJnsSK3k>,
line breaks in verse have been converted to <span class="line">s,
which enables the CSS to style them with hanging indents, given
a too-small viewport.  This commit also includes a makefile edit to
reflect this change, and the Haskell source and executable of the
pandoc filter.

1 files changed, 1 insertions, 1 deletions

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         <section class="content verse">
-            <p>I lost my hands &amp; knit replacement ones<br />from <a href="poetry-time.html">spiders’ threads</a>, stronger than steel but soft<br />as lambs’ wool. Catching as they do on nails<br />&amp; your collarbone, you don’t seem to like<br />their rough warm presence on your <a href="feedingtheraven.html">cheek or thigh</a>.<br />I’ve asked you if you minded, you’ve said no<br />(your face a table laid with burnt meat, bread<br />so stale it could <a href="weplayedthosegamestoo.html">break a hand</a>). Remember<br />your senile mother’s face above that table?<br />I’d say she got the meaning of that look.<br />You’d rather not be touched by these rough gloves,<br />the only way I have to knit a love<br />against whatever winters we may enter<br />like a silkworm in a spider’s blackened <a href="serengeti.html">maw</a>.</p>
+            <p><span class="line">I lost my hands &amp; knit replacement ones</span><span class="line">from <a href="poetry-time.html">spiders’ threads</a>, stronger than steel but soft</span><span class="line">as lambs’ wool. Catching as they do on nails</span><span class="line">&amp; your collarbone, you don’t seem to like</span><span class="line">their rough warm presence on your <a href="feedingtheraven.html">cheek or thigh</a>.</span><span class="line">I’ve asked you if you minded, you’ve said no</span><span class="line">(your face a table laid with burnt meat, bread</span><span class="line">so stale it could <a href="weplayedthosegamestoo.html">break a hand</a>). Remember</span><span class="line">your senile mother’s face above that table?</span><span class="line">I’d say she got the meaning of that look.</span><span class="line">You’d rather not be touched by these rough gloves,</span><span class="line">the only way I have to knit a love</span><span class="line">against whatever winters we may enter</span><span class="line">like a silkworm in a spider’s blackened <a href="serengeti.html">maw</a>.</span></p>
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