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Ben Truman you're a genius and can write	A
Though one would not suspect it from your looks	B
You lack that certain spareness which is quite	A
Distinctive of the persons who make books	B
You show the workmanship of Stanford's cooks	B
About the region of the appetite	A
Where geniuses are singularly slight	A
Your friends the Chinamen are understood	C
Indeed to speak of you as 'belly good '	D
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Still you can write spell too I understand	E
Though how two such accomplishments can go	F
Like sentimental schoolgirls hand in hand	E
Is more than ever I can hope to know	F
To have one talent good enough to show	F
Has always been sufficient to command	E
The veneration of the brilliant band	E
Of railroad scholars who themselves indeed	G
Although they cannot write can mostly read	H
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There's Towne and Fillmore Goodman and Steve Gage	I
Ned Curtis of Napoleonic face	J
Who used to dash his name on glory's page	I
'A M ' appended to denote his place	J
Among the learned Now the last faint trace	J
Of Nap is all obliterate with age	I
And Ned's degree less precious than his wage	I
He says 'I done it ' with his every breath	K
'Thou canst not say I did it ' says Macbeth	K
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Good land how I run on I quite forgot	L
Whom this was meant to be about for when	M
I think upon that odd unearthly lot	L
Not quite Creedhaymonds yet not wholly men	M
I'm dominated by my rebel pen	M
That like the stubborn bird from which 'twas got	L
Goes waddling forward if I will or not	L
To leave your comrades Ben I'm now content	N
I'll meet them later if I don't repent	N
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You've writ a letter I observe nay more	O
You've published it to say how good you think	P
The coolies and invite them to come o'er	Q
In thicker quantity Perhaps you drink	P
No corporation's wine but love its ink	P
Or when you signed away your soul and swore	O
On railrogue battle fields to shed your gore	O
You mentally reserved the right to shed	H
The raiment of your character instead	H
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You're naked anyhow unragged you stand	E
In frank and stark simplicity of shame	R
And here upon your flank in letters grand	E
The iron has marked you with your owner's name	R
Needless for none would steal and none reclaim	R
But 'Leland tanford' is a pretty brand	E
Wrought by an artist with a cunning hand	E
But come this naked unreserve is flat	S
Don your habiliment you're fat you're fat	S

Ambrose Bierce

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