Do you ramabore wane you forste liord to reed?
I dont cux I navor liored to reed.
I navor read a book.
I'v wote a frou, but no oun can reed tham.
You see, hokt on foanickes didnit woed for me.
I wite wodes that you ront rakonis,
I see your wodes and I dont know what thay say.
Oh how I woud love to wack up on a Sunday and and reed the comicks to misife.
I woud love to wich a move and not ack what some sibtidoes are.
I woud love to see the stweet sines and knwo what thay say.
But I'm disilakzicke so its hurd to see wodes your way.

(translation:)

do you remember when you first learned to read?
I don't, 'cause I never did learn to read.
I never read a book.
I wrote a few, but no one can read them.
You see, Hooked On Phonics didn't work for me.
I write words that you won't recognize,
I see your words and I don't know what they say.
Oh, how I would love to wake up on a Sunday and read the comics to myself.
I would love to watch a movie and not ask what the subtitles are.
I would love to see the street signs and know what they say.
But I'm dyslexic,so it's hard to see words your way.

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