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I have a spelling checker,
It came with my PC; It plainly marks four my revue, Mistakes I cannot sea; I've run this poem threw it, I'm sure your please to no; Its letter perfect in it's weigh, My checker tolled me sew.
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smoke 'em if ya got 'em Hard to believe I beat out 2 million other sperm |
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