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Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea,
It plainly marks for my revue
Miss Steaks I kin knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word,
And weight four it two say,
Weather aye am wrong oar write,
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee for two long,
And I can put the error rite.
Its rarely ever wrong.
Aye have run this poem threw it
Iamb shore yore pleased to no,
Its letter perfect in it's weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.