MY SLL CHECKER
I have a spelling checker,
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in its weigh,
My checker tolled me sew.
A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me when aye rime.
To rite with care is quite a feet,
Of witch won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.
And now bee cause my spelling,
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite;
of nun eye am a wear.
Each frays come posed up on my screen,
Eye trussed to be a joule.
The checker pour over every word,
To cheque…
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