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By Jack Joseph Smith

Don YEA I was knocking him down a road The sun just up in winter It was extreamly Pennsylvania cold One thing for sure, And that rum was in the air Quick as war, I knew I was in a problem He said that eye on the left is gone I said I did this all alone Some snow he brought a winged bat gone wrong He brought a winged bat some snow It was just about the day of my old man's death to the relay And he kept the baton without A long baton without a switch Was it a musical ear No, don't stop, that's the way it's done?

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The page titled `Don` stages a cold Pennsylvania road scene around rum, a lost left eye, a winged bat, the speaker's old man's death, a baton, and the question of whether it was a musical ear.

The corrected transcript makes the page less like a smooth duplicate and more like a visibly revised draft. Its typed base is clear enough to follow, but the handwritten overlays keep the final reading unresolved.

Claude

A near-exact repeat of page 12's deathday-relay stanzas, with 'noone' now spelled as one word — evidence that the manuscript is circulating the same poem twice rather than editing it into a single place.