I do not know who has written this one, but I
reeeeeeeeeally like it. Have a fun.
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 key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye yam wrong oar write,
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can putt 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 awl the weigh,
My chequer toiled me sew.
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