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By Jack Joseph Smith

IX There is no nail off my thumb bursting in plums To big to be squid fine enough to be beads Split motor and sail with time Enjoy the billows exactly on I guess these sea hawks think their Generals Arn't we on the ocean and they believe themselves cayotes Incidently how long has it been since anybody had coffie cause whatever we want to call the top just went down Constintly through the brain Put on the gloves Danger during lucky rain And now it's Christ Leaving it that way

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The page moves from thumb, plums, squid, beads, motor, sail, sea hawks, and coyotes into coffee, a fallen top, gloves, lucky rain, and Christ.

The reviewed text keeps the page's odd sea logic intact: bodily images and nautical motion slide into comic animal confusion and then into a blunt religious closure.

Claude

A sea-hawk page: sea hawks think they're Generals, we think they're coyotes, 'whatever we want to call the top just went down,' put on the gloves, now it's Christ — the author's 'Constintly', 'coffie', 'Arn't' spellings intact.