A Question Of Privilege Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Reported By Truthful JamesA
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It was Andrew Jackson Sutter who despising Mr Cutter for remarksB
he heard him utter in debate upon the floorC
Swung him up into the skylight in the peaceful pensive twilightD
and then keerlessly proceeded makin' no account what WE didE
To wipe up with his person casual dust upon the floorC
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Now a square fight never frets me nor unpleasantness upsets me butF
the simple thing that gets me now the job is done and goneG
And we've come home free and merry from the peaceful cemeteryH
leavin' Cutter there with Sutter that mebbee just a stutterI
On the part of Mr Cutter caused the loss we deeply mournJ
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Some bashful hesitation just like spellin' punctooation might haveK
worked an aggravation on to Sutter's mournful mindL
For the witnesses all vary ez to wot was said and nary a galoot willM
toot his horn except the way he is inclinedL
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But they all allow that Sutter had begun a kind of mutter whenN
uprose Mr Cutter with a sickening kind of easeO
And proceeded then to wade in to the subject then prevadin' IsP
Profanity degradin' in words like unto theseO
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Onlike the previous speaker Mr Sutter of Yreka he was but aQ
humble seeker and not like him a cussR
It was here that Mr Sutter softly reached for Mr Cutter when theQ
latter with a stutter said ac customed to discussR
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Then Sutter he rose grimly and sorter smilin' dimly bowed onto theQ
Chairman primly just like Cutter ez could beH
Drawled he guessed he must fall back as Mr Cutter owned theQ
pack as he just had played the Jack as here Cutter's gunS
went crack as Mr Sutter gasped and ended every man can seeH
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But William Henry Pryor just in range of Sutter's fire hereT
evinced a wild desire to do somebody harmU
And in the general scrimmage no one thought if Sutter's image wasV
a misplaced punctooation like the hole in Pryor's armU
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For we all waltzed in together never carin' to ask whether it wasV
Sutter or was Cutter we woz tryin' to abateW
But we couldn't help perceivin' when we took to inkstand heavin'S
that the process was relievin' to the sharpness of debateW
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So we've come home free and merry from the peaceful cemetery and IX
make no commentary on these simple childish gamesA
Things is various and human and the man ain't born of woman who isP
free to intermeddle with his pal's intents and aimsA

Bret Harte



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