A Question Of Privilege Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It was Andrew Jackson Sutter who despising Mr Cutter for remarks he heard him utter in debate upon the floorA
Swung him up into the skylight in the peaceful pensive twilight and then keerlessly proceeded makin' no account what we did To wipe up with his person casual dust upon the floorA
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Now a square fight never frets me nor unpleasantness upsets me but the simple thing that gets me now the job is done and goneB
And we've come home free and merry from the peaceful cemetery leavin' Cutter there with Sutter that mebbee just a stutter On the part of Mr Cutter caused the loss we deeply mournC
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Some bashful hesitation just like spellin' punctooation might have worked an aggravation on to Sutter's mournful mindD
For the witnesses all vary ez to wot was said and nary a galoot will toot his horn except the way he is inclinedD
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But they all allow that Sutter had begun a kind of mutter when uprose Mr Cutter with a sickening kind of easeE
And proceeded then to wade in to the subject then prevadin' Is Profanity degradin' in words like unto theseE
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Onlike the previous speaker Mr Sutter of Yreka he was but a humble seeker and not like him a cussF
It was here that Mr Sutter softly reached for Mr Cutter when the latter with a stutter said ac customed to discussF
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Then Sutter he rose grimly and sorter smilin' dimly bowed onto the Chairman primly just like Cutter ez could beG
Drawled he guessed he must fall back as Mr Cutter owned the pack as he just had played the Jack as here Cutter's gun went crack as Mr Sutter gasped and ended every man can seeG
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But William Henry Pryor just in range of Sutter's fire here evinced a wild desire to do somebody harmH
And in the general scrimmage no one thought if Sutter's image was a misplaced punctooation like the hole in Pryor's armH
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For we all waltzed in together never carin' to ask whether it was Sutter or was Cutter we woz tryin' to abateI
But we couldn't help perceivin' when we took to inkstand heavin' that the process was relievin' to the sharpness of debateI
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So we've come home free and merry from the peaceful cemetery and I make no commentary on these simple childish gamesJ
Things is various and human and the man ain't born of woman who is free to intermeddle with his pal's intents and aimsJ

Bret Harte (francis)



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