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Eye have a spelling chequer,
it came with my Pea Sea,
it plane lee marks four my revue,
Miss Steaks I can knot sea.
Eye strike the quays and type a whirred,
and weight four it two say,
weather eye am write oar wrong,
it tells me straight a weigh.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
your shore real glad two no,
its vary polished in its weigh,
my chequer tolled me sew.
it came with my Pea Sea,
it plane lee marks four my revue,
Miss Steaks I can knot sea.
Eye strike the quays and type a whirred,
and weight four it two say,
weather eye am write oar wrong,
it tells me straight a weigh.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
your shore real glad two no,
its vary polished in its weigh,
my chequer tolled me sew.
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