The Spellcheckers Poem
Eye have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight for it two say
Weather I am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore you are pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
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Brian
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