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Sum fink they dew there writin rite
Yet I sea there mistaches
Dont get me wrong, there in plane site
Jest as a novice makes
There grammers up the creak as well
There spellinks reely bad
Like when goin threw a bad spell
The salt dat I once had
I can forgiff a phew off thees
Four sum write on the spott
Butt whey to menny can displeeze
The rest off us alot
Sew try a little ardour frends
Jest dew the best yew can
Yule fined dat dis pace dividends
Hand alps yore fellow man
Denis Martindale. June 2021.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem