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Post by Count Überquart on Dec 11, 2006 21:53:08 GMT
Spell Checker
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 made It nose bee fore two long And eye can put the error rite Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it I am shore your please two no Its letter perfect awl the weigh My chequer tolled me sew!
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Post by Goblin King on Dec 12, 2006 20:50:07 GMT
;D Hee hee, yes! Did you write this?
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Post by Count Überquart on Dec 12, 2006 22:04:22 GMT
Nah. My dad emailed it to me. He presumably got it from his piano teacher...
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