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> It plainly marcs four my revue
> Miss steaks eye kin Knot Sea.
> Eye strikes a key and type a word
> And weight four it two say
> Weather eye is wrong oar write
> It shows me strait a weigh.
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> It nose bee fore two long
> And eye can put the error rite
> Its rare lea ever wrong.
> Eye has run this poem threw it
> I am shore your pleased two no
> Its letter perfect awl the weigh -
> My checker tolled me sew.
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