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The Spell Checker
Eye halve a spelling chequer;
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye can knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a whirred
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrung or write.
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore two long;
An dye can put the era rite.
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw.
I'm shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh;
My chequer tolled me sew.
Hoots toots. Neil
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