There's no reason for this.
I wrote it because I wanted to.
Spell checks
Cobwebs and snails and oysters and nails
Reworded the shores with enough to ignore
In webbings of light when it sailed a bike
Were learning discerning to pearl the floor.
When outward were guessing what could be confessing
The spell checks of lightning were thundrously tight
When weeding debeeding sent sunlight to seeding
The bars made of bikning reworded to kite .
So oysters of nails made cobwebs of snails
And webbing of spell checks were flooding the decks
Then lightning of bikning sent knees all a kitning
In skiffness of decks into frightning spell checks.
Denis Streeter 2/21/12
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