This is something from a friend of mine, for those of us who enjoy playing with language. It's just a bit of fun.
Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques for my revue,
Mistakes I cannot sea.
I've run this poem threw it,
I'm sure your pleased too no,
It's letter perfect in it's weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.
Byron 'sends his regards.'
Isent siens wundaful?
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Isent siens wundaful?
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.