To: All
Spell Czech
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
wheather 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. It's rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it, I am shore your pleased two no.
It's letter perfect in it's weigh. My chequer tolled me sew.
Unknown
185 posted on
04/22/2004 1:22:48 PM PDT by
Darkchylde
(Beware: angry pikas are plotting a revolt.)
To: Darkchylde
Pikas?
Hmmm...
186 posted on
04/22/2004 2:11:53 PM PDT by
Darksheare
(Fortune for the day: "Now, do you think we have anything more than BOINNGGG?!" -dating advice movie.)
To: Darkchylde
Spell Czech
LOL!! Good one!!!
189 posted on
04/22/2004 3:04:59 PM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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