Speaking of translations this came in this mornings postfrom a friend, Eye halve a spelling chequer.
> It came with my pea sea. .
> It plainly marques four my revue.
> Miss steaks eye kin knot sea. .
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> Eye strike a key and type a word.
> And weight four it two say.
> Weather eye am wrong oar write. .
> It shows me straight a weigh. .
> > As soon as a must ache is maid.
> It nose bee fore two long.
> And eye can put the error rite.
> Its rare lea ever wrong. .
> > Eye have run this poem threw it. .
> I am shore your pleased two no.
> Its letter perfect awl the weigh; .
> My chequer tolled me sew. .