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Ode to a spell checker

Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plainly marques for my revue,
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye strike a quay and type a whirred
And weight four it two say,
Weather eye am wrong oar write,
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as the missed ache is maid,
It nose before two long,
And aye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it,
I am sure your pleased to no,
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.

You can find the story behind this poem and the original at the spell checker poem .

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