[LISP] LISP [PART XVII]

(to the tune of "Spark" by "Stream of Passion")

Spare a byte for me, my love,
While you stare at your emacs;
For the lisp that was born
In your mind lit my senses.

Code with me, my dear,
Merge my tree into upstream,
Let my diffs throw away
All your bloat and amaze you.

As your beard extends over the necktie,
Please remember that
For a glimpse of your smile
I would give my root account.

Keys and secrets,
Scripts and shells.
Caches, misses,
Words and bytes.

Spare a byte for me, my love,
When you wake from your slumber;
To the lisp that was born in
Your mind, I surrender.

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Hi there, Adria. Would you like to fork my dongle, if you get my drift ^{*wink wink*}?