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Source: Arlene Forbes < >

An Owed Two The Spel Checkur

I have a spelling checker.

It came with my PC.

It plane lee marks four my revue

Miss steaks aye can know sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,

your sure reel glad two no.

Its vary polished in it's weigh,

My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,

It freeze yew lodes of thyme.

It helps me right awl stiles two reed, And aides me when aye rime.

Each frays come posed uup on my screen Eye trussed to bee a joule

The checker poured o'er every word

To checque sum spelling rule.

Be fore a veiling checkers

Hour spelling mite decline,

And if were lacks or have it laps,

We wood be maid to wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling

Is checked with such grate flare,

Their are know faults with in my cite, Of none eye am a ware.

Now spelling does knot phase me,

It does knot bring a tier.

My pay purrs awl due glad den

With wrapped words fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet

Of witch won should be proud.

And wee mussed dew the best wee can, Sew flaws are knot aloud.

Sew ewe can sea why aye dew prays

Such soft ware for pea seas,

And why I brake in two averse

By righting wants to pleas.


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