Dizz Posted November 12, 2006 Report Share Posted November 12, 2006 Eye halve a spelling chequer; It came with my pea see; It plainly marques four my revue, Miss steaks eye kin knot sea. Eye strike a key and type a word And weight four it two say, Weather eye am wrong oar write; It shows me strait a weigh. 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. Eye have run this poem threw it; I am shore your pleased two no, Its letter perfect awl the weigh, My chequer tolled me sew Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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