Well, I've done some editing.
Small things, correcting spelling errors, making small changes to stories.
That kind of thing.
Here's a poem I had in my head today.

The little speck of red on grey
The little sparrow came today
To look for a place to stay
He saw many a palace
Many a mansion, but no place of his own
So he went on his way
Looking for a place to stay

He went over hill and dale
Through forests and swamps
Over mountains and valleys
Still no place to call his own

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