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Russ Priestley, no malice implied
From you I cannot hide You're a punctuation "guru" That includes spelling too And I agree your job's justified If you had not worked for the Post Us writers you would not roast You know the proofreading trade And now you've got me afraid That you'll turn my stuff to toast Do you sit up at night and wonder Whose story next you will plunder I know that you hold tenure So it's quite impossible to endyur You're licensed to tear us assunder Under each piece there are "Notes" And I wonder how many votes You'd get from a writer Cause you've got us up tighter With the power your position connotes But if you'll knock off the trivia Then I will try to forgiveya For I'm only a hack So please cut me some slack Cause I'm not Sir Laurence Olivier And now I will end my refrain But I know you'll be at it again You'll put periods here and there And commas, who knows where But I suppose I shouldn't complain
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