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Sep 2012
Sat-Set
English is a mess, mess.
Pat-Pet.
I am still confused yet.

Color-Colour.
I am still confused.
What am I to do?

Wind-When.
Spelling just isn't my friend.
Makes me wants to yell.

Ware, Where, Wear,
Do you think I care?
I might just throw my hands in the air.

Sum-Some.
These sounding words you wants to run from.

I give up.
If I spell the words wrong in a letter.
Then you figure it out.
Because the words I used got the message across.

I just know.
English is a mess.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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   Selena Grace
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