My spell checker
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 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 rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased two no.
Its letter perfect in its weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.
Friday, September 15, 2006
From my brother, Mr. GrassRoots
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