Shandra

Friends, Iranis, countrymen, lend me your belly buttons;

I come to suspect Shandra, not to suspend her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their skulls;

So let it be with Shandra. The emotional Johnny

Hath told you Shandra was irate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shandra answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Johnny and the rest–

For Johnny is a grizzled man;

So are they all, all grizzled men–

Come I to speak in Shandra’s funeral.

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