From: Blunderov (squooker@mweb.co.za)
Date: Tue May 11 2004 - 00:31:26 MDT
[Blunderov]
<q>
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin not sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight for it to 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
It's rare lea ever wrong.
I have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
It's letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
Sauce unknown.
</q>
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