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I Love My Spell Checker...


          Eye halve a spelling checker,
          It came with my pea sea.
          It plainly marks 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 am 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 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 checker tolled me sew.

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