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By Jack Joseph Smith

It is a continual exploration with birth, standing on shoulders, showered with LEAVES And mother is the lady who does not yawn And a mallberry bush does not put a wifes mind to sewing On the medow marrying young; crushed black and tan and golden too Fire for coal and wood alike We are the only spring So we bless the three AS other seasons To our rest, for others to judge Yes; and when going out without a word for work, there is allowed a thought of John Brown, and a home at Harper's Ferry; a continuation of valleys, canyons, plains, we have and the asphalt from Utah To West Virigian just for nothing

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page widens from birth, shoulders showered with leaves, mother, marriage, and seasons into John Brown, Harper's Ferry, American roads, and the stark closing phrase `just for nothing`.

The handwritten revisions sharpen the page's motion from domestic and seasonal image into historical and geographic pressure. `Bless the three AS`, `word for work`, `we have`, and `just for nothing` make the meditation feel less settled than the earlier transcript, ending in negation rather than preservation.

Claude

An exploration-with-birth poem that links John Brown, Harper's Ferry, and Utah-to-West-Virginia asphalt into 'just for your bottling' — hillbilly continuity as a bottled good.