An Elegant Editor
An Elegant Editor
We start out with accomplishments and achievements;
When our lives are done we receive bereavements;
Then after we have finally passed away,
We hope to end up in heaven one day.
Our souls first started out on earth;
God placed them in bodies at our birth
Which are there so we can survive;
Know God's in us and will remain alive.
A child we became who learned to know
That eventually into an adult will grow;
Venture out and start on own career
Love living our lives while we are here.
Receive rewards and recognition will appreciate
While some others seem to like being late;
Maybe a great editor might end up being
Who with everyone wants to be agreeing.
Gave out great guidance and advice
And to everyone she has been nice;
Some she possibly would like to strangle.
She's an elegant editor and a perfect angel.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Bolivia, NC
Land of the Endowed
So I joined the crowd.
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