Dear Ms Guess,

I dislike making so many mistakes,

I guess I could blame some else.

I read and don’t see them

with an empty mouth open?

Well, I no longer pass the perfection test.

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I use to do better,

before all the stress,

My mind was sharp as a tack.

But now there are blips,

spelling errors and slips,

Like a worn out dress hung back on the rack.

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