I have a spell in chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks I kin knot see
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long
And eye can put the error rite
It's rare lea ever wrong.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather I am wrong or write
It shows me strait a weigh.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased too no
It's letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
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