Tilandra opened this issue on Sep 10, 2002 ยท 39 posts
KattMan posted Tue, 10 September 2002 at 10:54 PM
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 Eye am shore your pleased two no. Its letter perfect awl the weigh My chequer tolled me sew. Author unknown