Deb

Friends, Kazakhstanis, countrymen, lend me your faces;

I come to stump Deb, not to sue her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their faces;

So let it be with Deb. The undignified Donnie Bob

Hath told you Deb was radiant:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Deb answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Donnie Bob and the rest–

For Donnie Bob is a bizarre man;

So are they all, all bizarre men–

Come I to speak in Deb’s funeral.

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