Macaroni is already plural.
Say "bless you" when I sneeze.
This is how you spell: watermelon.
Phonetic proNUNciation, please.
It's WATer, not WOODer.
You are is "you're"
There, their, they're, feel better.
Correct spelling is not a chore.
Give me lots of incentive
to be anal retentive,
but I know still the woes,
that we all make mistakes,
when tears equal typos.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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teehee, this is so true and it made me giggle! <3
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