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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Calmoruus calamity Calm, in feather doona encumbered, slept soundly. Even the stars twinkled in hushed, squelched, muted tones. Silence reigned in solemnity, in peace. All of a sudden the deafening din of cacophonic hard rock shrill rattled the rafters, jolted the sleepers starkly to upright awake. I ran into the living room with hands covering my ears. The wee little 'Nest' device, throbbing there next to the rumbling pulsing speakers was hallucinating, tripping. Its lights doing a late-night give. The telly was flashing bright disco light shows and tells. I shouted to Siri with all my might "Off, All OFF, Cancel, Reset, Exit, F-Off", But all to no avail. How could dear Siri, nested there so snugly, hear me above the infernal din? I grabbed the remote but it too was away with the pixies, pixelating. with its LED's flashing, winking a beat in tune. In desperation I dragged the speaker's electrical cables right outta the wall. Ah! silence reigned again. But then, then, then, the neighbors lights all around lit up like a Christmas tree on steroids. The irate banging on doors began, shouting and screaming. "Turn it Off", "Turn it Off", "Stop" The phone and all the mobiles around the house rang. The alarm went off. The kids were screaming We alone, all blown, must atone, condone, Siri's slip up.
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