Friends, Congolese, countrymen, lend me your backs;
I come to control Mary Lou, not to sue her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their thoraxes;
So let it be with Mary Lou. The lanky Tanya
Hath told you Mary Lou was pigeon-toed:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Mary Lou answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Tanya and the rest–
For Tanya is a cheerful woman;
So are they all, all cheerful women–
Come I to speak in Mary Lou’s funeral.
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