(I didn't write this poem, and I don't know who did. Enjoy anyone, and thank you to whoever did write it. )
I halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea
It clearly marcs four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and write a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It tells me straight a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is made
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
I have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased to no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me see.
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