| Eye halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plainly marques four my revue Miss steaks ay kin knot sea Eye strike a quay and type a word and weight for it to say Weather eye am write oar wrong It shows me strait a weigh As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore two long Any eye can put the error rite Its rare lea ever wrong Eye have run this poem threw it I'm shore your pleased too no Its letter perfect all the weigh My chequer tolled me sew |
| The Spelling Chequer |
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