Polly
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This is a great little poem
PC POME
I have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea see,
It plane lee marks for my revue
Miss steaks I cannot sea.
Each thyme when aye have
Struck the quays
I weight for it to say
If watt eye rote is wrong or rite
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose be four two late,
And eye can put the err or write
As this rime demon straights.
I've run this poem threw it
I'm sure your policed to no
It's letter perfect in its weigh
My chequer told me sew.
This is a great little poem
PC POME
I have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea see,
It plane lee marks for my revue
Miss steaks I cannot sea.
Each thyme when aye have
Struck the quays
I weight for it to say
If watt eye rote is wrong or rite
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose be four two late,
And eye can put the err or write
As this rime demon straights.
I've run this poem threw it
I'm sure your policed to no
It's letter perfect in its weigh
My chequer told me sew.