Jolene

Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your backs;

I come to amuse Jolene, not to chase her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their femurs;

So let it be with Jolene. The cruel Shelley

Hath told you Jolene was passionate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jolene answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Shelley and the rest–

For Shelley is a lanky woman;

So are they all, all lanky women–

Come I to speak in Jolene’s funeral.

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