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The Real Me

I’m sitting at my keyboard Just ranting and abusing Which my long suffering wife No longer finds amusing. I’m both dyslexic and dyspraxic Which is why I swear and curse Because for a creative person that Combination couldn’t be worse. To make matters harder I Have a keyboard that judy can’t spell And predictive text just Can Make my life hell. I bought a dictation programme, Money very badly spent. It just can’t cope with My East Yorkshire accent. So if my rambling is at time More than usually absurd Full of errors and typos And the odd little non word Please be a little forgiving For what you are getting to see, With all those helpers switched off The unaided uncorrected real me.

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Speaks Volumes

Date: 4/30/2023 1:27:00 PM

No computer program could improve the Terry we see. Every Best wish.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 4/30/2023 1:04:00 AM

You're brilliant Terry - I make up a word or two every other poem after following your lead :) sometimes the transcribing on your phone can be as good as dictation programmes.

Terry Ireland
Date: 5/1/2023 12:42:00 AM

I just get frustrated at the time it takes to type correctly. Once an urgent report was 4 hou8rs late because i was the Duty NCO and couldn't type. I had to bribe one of the clerks to do it for me/ Thanks f0r your lovely remark Dilly.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 4/29/2023 11:03:00 PM

Terry, You're fixed in good standing, truly real and uncorrected. -Richard

Terry Ireland
Date: 5/1/2023 12:42:00 AM

Thanks Richard