Arnie

Friends, South Africans, countrymen, lend me your funny bones;

I come to greet Arnie, not to subdue him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hearts;

So let it be with Arnie. The fuzzy Ivan

Hath told you Arnie was gentle:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Arnie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ivan and the rest–

For Ivan is a thoughtful man;

So are they all, all thoughtful men–

Come I to speak in Arnie’s funeral.

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