Ode to an overworked beta

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Oh Ama, how did you ever put up with us?
All the chapters, all the fuss
You fixed our typos
Our punctuation
You yelled at us to stop writing so much
Threatened to cut off our fingers, toes and tongues
To stop the typing
Overworked
Not-for-profit
You tried and tried
But you couldn't stop it
Insanity has grown too big
Sixty-four chapters and counting
How did we manage?
Who can be certain?
But alas, you left us too soon
For our non-stop writing made your head go boom