Poet Tree with Mistakes
I have a spelling chequer
it came with my pea sea
it plainly marchques four my revue
miss steaks eye cannot sea
Eye strike a quay and right a word
and weight fore it two say
weather eye am wrong or wright
it shows me straight away
As soon as a mist ache is maid
it nose bee fore two late
and I can putt the error rite
it's rarely very grate
I've run this poem threw it
I'm shore yore pleased to no
it's let her perfect in it's weigh
my chequer told me sew
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