Kimberly

Friends, Bolivians, countrymen, lend me your lips;

I come to compliment Kimberly, not to spill a root beer float on her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their ears;

So let it be with Kimberly. The demented Kristi

Hath told you Kimberly was self-confident:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Kimberly answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kristi and the rest–

For Kristi is an intelligent woman;

So are they all, all intelligent women–

Come I to speak in Kimberly’s funeral.

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