(This Has Been Spell Checked ! )
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 key and type a word,
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong or write:
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore two long,
And eye can put the error rite:
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it,
I'm sure your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh –
My chequer tolled me sew!
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