The Spellchecker Song

I have a spelling checker.
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot see.

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          Eye ran this poem threw it.
          Your sure real glad two no.
          Its very polished in its weigh,
          My checker tolled me sew.

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A checker is a blessing.
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles to reed,
And aides me when eye rime.

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Each frays comes posed up an my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o’er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

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Bee fore a veiling checkers
Hour spelling mite decline.
And if we’re laks oar have a laps,
We wood be maid to wine.

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Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
There are know faults with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a wear.

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Now spelling does not phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped words fare as hear.

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To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.

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Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting want too please.