I halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marks for my revue
Miss stakes eye kin knot sea
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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
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Eye strike a quay and then a word
And weight for it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar rite
It shows me strait a weigh
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Eye have run this poem threw it
I’m shore your pleased to no
Its letter perfect all the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew
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My spelling chequer will make shore
My righting is not sloppy
My edit or will never no
I do knot reed my copy!