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Speller

Back story: I wrote this is reference to a lady expressing your struggles when she was homeless on a community app and someone commented and stated that they could not take her seriously because she spelled a word wrong... I never claimed to be one who was a good speller. Or someone who could pronounce words well. But I always liked to sing and people listened, because I was a good storyteller. I don't mind if you correct me, to make yourselves feel better. But I find it intriguing and ironic, that even what I say or do is wrong. That you can still understand me, like a puzzle piece in a song.

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