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God helg!
Eye halve a 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
It's rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
It's letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
(Martha Snow)
P.S. Takk til superdupre Roger som sendte meg diktet!
1 kommentar:
Flott, Hanne! Men du burde rette opp linken til wikipedia: homofon.
Vennlig hilsen
Bertil
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