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Bikes: 748S, HM1100S, V4SP, Was: DD-A #111
Posts: 13,088
Join Date: Feb 2002
Location: Back in Essex
Mood: Passion Killer
Smelling ****takes
My Spelling Chequer
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 quay 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 rarely ever wrong
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew
antonye
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