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By Jack Joseph Smith

Going to talk to the touch men They think it is apprehensive Like blacks we walk into a restraunt, but this time we see others leave Holding on in a cave We are the last drop of rain, you will ever see So filled with loss I do not permit a sunset Yet stars do not escape Going across the table, and picking up a riffle Engineer or cowboy; it's close to the same boot in trouble We don't view girls Then is when we kill in public

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page stages public movement through restaurants, caves, rifles, and touch, turning ordinary spaces into places of apprehension and threat.

The restraunt line is especially sharp because it frames social entry as an event charged by race and exclusion. The handwritten in trouble and the public killing line make the page's social pressure turn openly violent.

Claude

A 'touch men' page where the speaker and his walk into a restraunt like blacks and see others leave; engineer or cowboy, 'it's close to the same boot,' and 'Then is when we kill in public.'