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!