The Words

I finished
My
Manuscript
And
Sent
It
In,
To
Get
It
Off
My
Desk
And
Set
Me
Free,
But
My
Editor
Sent
It
Back
To
Me
For
Further
Therapy.
Ten
More
Edits
And
It’s
Done
Again,
But
Now
I can’t
Bear
To
Let
It
Go,
You
Know,
Every
Character
Is
My
Friend,
And
I hate
To
Lose
Them.
Ah,
Well,
Time
Will
Tell,
And
Likely,
Back
It
Will
Come,
Because
I’ve
Done
Some
Thing
Editorially
Dumb.