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Wednesday, 1 December 2004

Spell Checker Poem

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye ken knot sea.
Eye strike a key oar type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
Win ever a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite--
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I em shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl thee weigh
My chequer tolled mi sew.

1 comment:

  1. "No abounding of material prosperity shall avail us if our spiritual senses atrophy. The foes of our own household will surely prevail against us unless there be in our people an inner life which finds its outer expression in a morality like unto that preached by the seers and prophets of God when the grandeur that was Greece and the glory that was Rome still lay in the future." --Theodore Roosevelt


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