I write this verse to let you know that I have passed away;
it's too late now to praise me on the Internet highway.
If you were thinking of presenting me with cup or plaque,
I'm afraid you'll have to go and get your money back.
These many years I've toiled away at scintillating rhyme;
you could've sent me money or some fan mail anytime.
But now I've gone beyond the pale; and like Edeka shows,
you should gather quickly to recall my lilting prose.
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