Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue,
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eyes dry khaki and tie pa 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 err or rite, it's rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it, eye am shore your pleased two no.
Its letter perfect awl the weigh, my chequer tolled me sew.
Tim
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