Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
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.
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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