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An Unlively Very Stiff Upper Lip Masquerade

An Unlively Very Stiff (upper Lip) Masquerade (any resemblance between averred one laid to rest and yours truly...purely coincidental regarding unnamed person liberated into heavenly glade!) though innocently youthful looking air at three score year, or so the trumpeting "FAKE" mirrored reflection (animated, sans Alexa) programmed tube lear and spout, one most familiar Shakespeare refrain (frequently misinterpreted) wherefore art thou Romeo, really translates as “Why did you have to be a Montague?” no matter living to max, I did not accrue hoping to lyft mine uber last dying wish, no matter body besotted, kissed, and riddled with ague spirit fights futile demise submerging into bone a fied underworld brew, any bargain exhausted with grim reaper past hour to argue lifelessness accorded ritual traversing along deathly other mortals traversed, paved, and hallowed avenue sudden agedness tolled danse macabre league with trumpeting battue rigor mortis in toto human flesh turned blue oddly starved of wrinkles thee only cherished clue that perhaps...key expiration coroner did misconstrue bah...false alarm let somber retinue solemnly proceed so poet can continue pointless against corpse dead letter diktat to counterargue, nor against cosmic creator can one countersue, or expect miraculous success cue wing sudden resurrection, when biological processes particularly brought to halt by dengue fever, and rendering void erroneous, unlikely mistaken death sentence, hence sigh continue and marvel quiet eternal repose avails most pronounced distingue lying in state (within coffin) pulling out all stops guaranteeing her/his endue perhaps casket sealed with decedent's favorite chiffon fondue unsure what grim missing fate will ensue, asper the (soul) surviving, perhaps reincarnated within commencement of fescue as verdant leaves of wit man ask grass or if cremated...surely spiritual embodiment freed thru flue but no matter, (je ne sais quois) glue thee only I French I knew before bidding dearly departed may dog bless ye - adieu!

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