I worte a peom teh ohter day, I was vrey uspet I hvae to say, wehn my taehcer siad I had jmubeld up my wrods!

Aer yuo bilnd I cierd! Myabe you sohlud cnoisedr galses ifnornt of tohse eeys. So he sneds me to an eudacitonal pysscoligst woh siad my dsyelxia was sveree adn nnoe of my wrods wree celar. I siad his osbvertaions wree srtnage and his tsets qeuer.

I aecpcetd the lpatop, slod it and bghout a bkie and I cnointue to wirte.

I fgiure the wrold is a srtnage palce, our eixtsnece as asbrud as rnnunig bcakawrds in a rcae.

I cnoisedr msylef to be a shcloar, a pihlsopoher and a peot. And smoe siut tires to sgugset im' dsyelxic and too arorngat to konw it. If yuor raeidng tihs tehn ovbouilsy you wlil arege wtih me, I wirte jsut fnie, you wlil hvae no porbelm raednig my wrods.

I do lvoe my nwe bkie, one tihng deos wrory me tohugh, evreynoe is dirivng on the worng sdie of the raod!