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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2009 0:00:26 GMT 1
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 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 it I am shore your pleased two no Its letter perfect awl the weigh My chequer tolled me sew. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Norbo on Jan 12, 2009 14:23:31 GMT 1
Well that seems all ok to me .
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