One of my best friends is my dyslexia fairy,
who before I could write used to give me sixpence
in exchange for the baby teeth I left for her under my pillow.
Now I am grown up her job is to transpose
my letters as I write online-where my words
are easiest read-and bless me with her typos
when my concentration flags.
Long may we have a fruitful relationship.
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