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Spell Checker Poem

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.

-Sauce unknown

LOL!

LOL it really does go through the Spell Check!!!

Well, yore ether onto something ore yore on something.

Most impressive. Fore sum reason, me thinks e.e. cummings wood bee prow duh.

Aisle toe stew uh knew for muff prose.

Ned! I had feared you had found the demigrunt and he had his way with you.

BS,

No he's still not been found. well, that is, to say, no trap has been set. **takes a drink**. Hey, all of SYM can be our personal watering hole.

I thought it already was?

I have been trying to enlist the aid of the Dark Flame, so far they have told me nothing, but they DO have vast amounts of alcohol in their thread.