Alright. I’m posting this from my phone, obviously, to show the typo damage one can do with a swype keyboard if one isn’t careful. Like one often is.
Anyway, here is Shakespeare’s 116th sonnet, written without typo correction.
(Typo words in bold. I have already corrected 7 wrong words in this intro. Stupid phone.)
Key me nor to the marriage of true minda
Admit impediments. Love is nor love
Which alerts when it allegation find,
Our bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is am ever-fixed mark
That looked on reports and if never shaken;
It is the stay to evey wandering bark,
Whose who’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Lovers not Tone’s foil, though today lips and cheeks
With hours bending sickle’s compass cone:
Love alters not with his brief hours and eels,
But bears it or even to the wags if soon.
If this be error and upon me proposed,
I never weir, not no man every loved.
UGH.
The line “Love is nor love which alerts when it allegation find” is actually very true and poetic. This needs to be a series! You should swype-type a poem ever so often and we can discuss the re-write. I am enjoying it so far. Have you seen that they have rewritten The Big Lebowski as if it were a Shakepeare play? The Dude becomes The Knave and it’s all very good.
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