curlies

it was a night of digitalis
lost betwixt the squirrelies
fueling passions quenchless
joy between the curlies

rapturous rhythm digitalis
chasing cherished chalice
culling coding coitus
upon dripping canvas

casting curses at green phosphor
hot metal pentacle
grinding in hot mortar
enchantment of treacle

basking in the comfort of a pair
of curvaceous parens
cascaded question flare
in lieu of iffy thens

oh deeply nested nested curlies
parenthetical bliss
factory of whirlies
chugging from that to this

little asynchronous rendezvous
on ajax on json
invoked from the hot brew
renders into the one

symphony swirling with flying flocks
events duly firing
of fingers and of clocks
carefully braided wiring

glorious culmination
of solos and medleys
ripe nectared fruition
joy between the curlies

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About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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