I have a spelling checker. It came with my PC. It plainly marks four my revue, Mistake 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.
In hope of eternal life, which God, that cannot lie, promised before the world began (Titus 1:2)
Sunday, 31 May 2009
I have a spelling checker. It came with my PC. It plainly marks four my revue, Mistake 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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