It can be right and still be oh so wrong

I have a spelling checker.
It came with my pea sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye kin knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished inn it's weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

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I'm getting a little tired of crap proofreading, to the point where it may take me a while to read things from certain publishers again.