Shawn

Friends, Cubans, countrymen, lend me your egos;

I come to listen to Shawn, not to surprise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arteries;

So let it be with Shawn. The difficult Kaylee

Hath told you Shawn was naïve:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shawn answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kaylee and the rest–

For Kaylee is a bizarre woman;

So are they all, all bizarre women–

Come I to speak in Shawn’s funeral.

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