Shawn

Friends, Jordanians, countrymen, lend me your guts;

I come to ignore Shawn, not to massage him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pinkies;

So let it be with Shawn. The sketchy Nicole

Hath told you Shawn was quiet:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shawn answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Nicole and the rest–

For Nicole is an emotional woman;

So are they all, all emotional women–

Come I to speak in Shawn’s funeral.

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