Greetings. Here's an amusing and thoughtful poem about the wonders of spell checking. Enjoy.
ODE TO THE SPELL CHECKER.
Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue,
Miss steaks eye kin not sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word,
And weight four it two say,
Weather eye am wrong or write,
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore two long.
And I can put the error rite,
Its rare lea ever wrong.
I have run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased to no.
It's letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.
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