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 right
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleaed two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
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