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Penelope Alecknavage
Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris - November thirteenth 2016 marked her eighty first birthday if she still lived these last eleven years - instead met crossway where grim reaper awaited - though my mum sought to delay futility to accept Pyrrhic outcome - homage pep rally thru poetry n essay writing, and finding cadence of words helps me (with powder milk biscuits) gather courageous foray and means to grapple with demise of a loved one, and hence my gray matter sifts thru childhoods' end, where remembrance of hooray amidst claque of chattering aunts, cousins, and uncles the fuzzy interplay of Penny racing at dog speed across lawn of family home cordoned off via a jackstay looms in forefront of my mind, vulnerable to grief most people sad - me, oh kay, reckons cessation of life = equalizer of sorts when significant person without breath doth lay Tom foolery deft hands of motley crue prestidigitation playing game versus sobbing as corpse driven to graveside viz motorway, where belief at such stark catastrophe - nay numbness pervades next of kin survivors especially when passing occurs pre-holiday, yet no matter whence one departs bobbing along River Styx to unreachable quay mourning iz broken with nary sunny and Cher full ray to warm earth, wind and fire - seeking soul asylum, trying to blink away ill logic cheap trick re: acceptance, but inxs of tears for fears begs scene 2b screenplay not hard rocking coldplay accursed reality terminal illness ushers helplessness cuz part of ourselves agonizingly rent asunder, which psychic tearaway far exceeds any physical pain, and will underlay the immediate future, which bodes hollow with the sounds of silence despite informing musicians or veejay to lighten moody blue - boot invariably bono fide, green day, Lady gaga emitting beat, per the human league (plus the culture club of heart felt village people affiliated with goo goo doll traversing into nirvana) creates clangorous discordant ringing increasing nostalgia for loved one lost before yesterday!
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