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OWED TOO A SPELL CHEQUER

Owed Two A Spell Chequer 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 it's 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.
 
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Uoversettelige desember 2002