Tori

Friends, Kiwis, countrymen, lend me your abdomens;

I come to push Tori, not to reassure her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their collarbones;

So let it be with Tori. The emotional Kristi

Hath told you Tori was bilious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tori answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kristi and the rest–

For Kristi is an intrepid woman;

So are they all, all intrepid women–

Come I to speak in Tori’s funeral.

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