Eye halve a spelling chequer
it came with my pea sea
it plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
and weight four it to say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
it shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is made
it nose bee fore to long
and eye can put the error rite
its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
its letter perfect all the weigh
My chequer tolled me so.
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