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have a spelling chequer, It came with my pea sea, It plainly marks four
my revue, Miss steaks eye kin knot sea,
Eye
strike a key an type a word, And weight four it two say, Weather eye am
wrong oar write, It shows me strait a weigh, As soon as a mist ache is
maid, 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 awl the weigh, My chequer tolled me
sew.
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