To help with such things ...this made me laugh!
Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea;
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a ward
And weight four it two say
Weather aye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long,
And eye can put the error rite
It's rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
Aye am shore your pleased to no;
Eats let her perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew.
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