Ode to a spell chequer:
 
 Eye halve a spelling chequer
 It came with my pea sea.
 It plainly marks four my revue miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
 Eye strike a quay and type a word and weight four it two say
 Weather eye yam 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 rare lea ever wrong.
 Eye have run this poem threw, I am shore your pleased two no.
 Its letter perfect awl the way.
 My chequer tolled me sew.
 
 
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