I have a spell cheque function
It came with my PC
It plainly marques for my revue
Mistakes I cannot sea.
I strike a key and type a word
And weight for it two say
Weather I am wrong or write
It shows me strait away.
As soon as a mistake is maid
It nose before two long
And I can put the error rite
Its never, ever wrong.
I have run this poem threw it
I am shore you're please to no
It's letter perfect to the end
My spell cheque told me sew.
Anonymous
(Taken from WORDS FAIL ME by Teresa Monachino, which by the way is a pretty cool read)
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