Eye halve a spell check cur,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss Steaks icon knotsy.
Aye strike the quays and type a whirred
An weight four it two sail
Weather rye am write oar wrong
It tells meat straight aweigh.
Iran this poem threw wit,
Your show were real glad tune no.
Its vary polished in nits weigh.
Might chick car tolled miso.
Ate check cooer is a bless id thing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps smear right tall stiles of righting,
And aides me whinny rime.
Each frays come posed step on my screen
Eight trussed too bee a joule.
The check cure pours o’er every whirled
Two Czech sum spelling gruel.
This is the 8th circle of Hell for grammarians.
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