He crosses his t’s, he dots his i’s. Whenever he finds someone else’s mistake, It’s always a very pleasant surprise. No matter how small the detail, Even if it’s minute, Nothing to him is quite beyond the pail. Even to call him a perfectionist isn’t quite right, Disingenuousness is his rule, When taking compliments, he thinks, to be polite. Dots, commas and apostrophe’s are his stock in trade, All the tools are there, He can’t understand, how, many mistakes are made. Nouns and pronouns are the laws, It doesn’t matter what "You" think, He doesn’t believe in just be-cause!
andrew149OPSouthbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKJul 28, 2011
Not an editor Dear Ama, say no more....lol.....Take care my friend, hope you are well, it is lovely to hear from you again.... Andrew...xxx
andrew149OPSouthbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKJul 28, 2011
What's that then Hedi?....burning rubber?....lol.....Thankyou.... Andrew
niah9Auckland, New ZealandJul 28, 2011
thank you Andrew, glad we can all be human on here.....there are more important things in life than critique...what ever form.....i won't run and hide next time i spell a word wring......lol niah
andrew149OPSouthbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKJul 28, 2011
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