Jill and I nearly pissed ourselves with laughter over the hash that the speech-to-text made of Poe’s Raven.

So brave in
By Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore –
Wally nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a taping,
As if someone can lead wrapping, wrapping at by chamber door. “ to his summer visitor,” I muttered, “tapping that might chamberDoor.”
Only this and nothing more.”

All, reviewed all the kids think lee I remember it was in the bleak December;
And the aide said Brad dying breed L amber lot and its gulf upon four.
Eagerly I wish them morrow; – the main way I had sought to borrow a from one blocks of sorrow – sorrow for the wall of boar

And the steel kinda sad own certain rescue wing of each purple Kurt
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors have never felt Steve
So that now, to steal the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
Curly of the legal review of
A “tea is some visitor in treating entrants at my chamber door –
Oreo son of a little late visitor in treating entrance at my chamber board; – this it is and did nothing of more.”

Pres and we my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer; and a “ sur” of its said I, “or madam, truly Your forgiveness I implore
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came wrapping, and Sylvain lee you came napping, napping at my chamber door
That I scarce was sure I heard you” – here I open wide the door
Darkness there and did nothing more.

The into the darkness hearing, long I stood in the air, wondering, fearing,
D’Alene, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
but the silence was on broken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word of their spoken was the whispered word, “wooden or?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back of the word, “ win or!” –
Nearly this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul with Ian need burning,
Soon again I heard at tapping somewhat milder than before.
“Surely,” said I “ surely there is something at my window glad to as
Let’s me see, blood there at being, and this mystery four –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery aches four; –
Tears the wind and did nothing more!”

Open your life long the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
in their stepped a stately capital read and of the saintly Days of yore
Not the least a BS in some eight E; not a minute stopped or state E;
But, we’ve mean of lord our lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of P a LL 8 S just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

But for all of then does this EV and the bird beguiling mice at fancy and two smiling,
Five a grave and stern the koran of the countenance it wore, “ the love I crashed be shorn and shyer then, that oh,” I said “are
Short and no cream and ghastly grin and ancient Raven wandering Wandering from the nightly show or –
Tell me what’s a guy who will work only name and is on the nights plutonium shore!”
Quoth the capital are Raven “never more.”

Marjorie marveled as ungainly foul to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning it – little relevancy Baur;
For we cannot help agreeing and that no living human being
Ever yet’t was blessed with seeing a bird of of his chamber door –
burner be stuck on the sculptured Boston of his chamber door,
Weeds such name has never more.

But the Raven, saving lonely on the placid bonds spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did Al four.
Nothing of farther than the heat of their he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than a martyred “other friends have flowed before –
On them morrow Italics he and Italics will leave me, as by cabbell H hopes have flown by four.”
Then the bird said “never more.”

Startled at the steel was broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“ doubtless,” said I, “like others is its only stock in store
Caught from some unhappy master who own a merciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster kill his songs one burden or –
~ Dirges of his hope that melancholy burden or
Of single quotes never – never more single quote.”

Fought to the already a band still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled are cushioned seat in front of bird, and bus and Gore;
And then upon the velvet thinking, I’d be taught myself to linking
Fancy bun to fancy, thinking what this on them as bird of your –
What this Graham, ungainly, and deftly, gone, and on them as bird of your
Meant and propane never more.

For this ice at engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing a
Two of the Fellows fiery eyes no burned into my bosoms course;
This and more I sat dividing, with my head at ease reclining
on the cushions velvet lining of active only applied loaded or,
But who is a velvet-violet aligning with the lamp light clothing or
she shall press, II have, never more!

Then, Mi fought, the they’re grown denser, perfumed from an unseen sensor
new loving and swan by Sarofim who is flat-fall’s thing called on the tufted floor. And
“Reds,” I cried, “I got halfway into the – by these angels he have sent the
Respites – respite and append the from buying memories of win or one
Cool off, all coif this kind you can see and forgets the law school in or flows
for the Raven never more

“Profits!” Said eye, a “thing of evil! – Profits still, it’s a bird or devil! –
Whether tester said, or whether tempest talks to be here as short,
Desolate yet’t all undaunted, on this desert way an enchanted –
On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore –
is there in their bone in Gilliam – tell me – tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven never mall or.”

“Profit!” Of a Sed I, “thing of evil! – profits still, if a bird or devil!
Five that have and that bends above all as Ivan thought we’d both a door
Tell this asshole who with sorrow laid in depth with and the distant a then,
it shelled class of faded made in home the angel claimed glen or
Full quoth the Raven “ never more”

“The match wore on our sign of partain, bird or feed!” Aisha reached, up starting –
“Data the back into the tempest and the knights plutonium ashore!
We’ve no black plume as outspoken all that’s why my soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness on baroque and! – quick to the bust above my door!
“ Quo for the grave in “never more.”

And that the already been, never flicked AIN still is sitting, still is said thing
on the pallid bust of P a a LL a S just above Might chamber door
And that and his eyes have all the seeming of the demons that is dreaming
and the lamp-light or him streaming throws his shadow On and off the wall
And my soul from out that shadow that lies loading on the floor
Shall be lifted – never more!