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
Its rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I yam shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
~ Anonymous ~
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Sheesh....reading that was like reading The Famous Blog. Said it once and I will say it again--she is too arrogant to spellcheck or have anyone proofread, and it shows.
Batsy, is that you?
That is almost as bad as reading the "Famous Blogger".She doesn't seem to care wheather it is written well, as long as she gets it up first.IIRC last hearing there were dates mentioned that only the blogger heard...Voices?..in her head? Well, at least there is something there besides air!
Howe veryi famiklure
nuthin iz as bad as readin that - unless you have had a good doze of BTD or are a michionary fairy or a donchaiselounger
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