I N C I D E N T A L L Y: Two Countries Divided by Language
Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea,
It plainly marques four review
misteaks eye can knot sea,
I strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it to say
Weather eye am rong or write
It shows me strait a weigh,
As soon as a mist-ache is made;
it nose bee four two long
And eye can putt the error rite;
its rare le ever wrong.
Eye has run this poem threw it and I'm shore
your pleased two no
Its letter perfect all the weigh
cos my chequer told me sew!
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