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By Jack Joseph Smith

Big Sur like a dream In 64 all were Robin without using the bow The Beattle's groupe had done struck it, and I know Sinatra's little Nortra Dama group just loved it No one knew how far it would lead The It was just a sissy just fine My Big Sur-Hot Springs dishing washing job was done and it was one hour before being bartenter I'd drifted with some sheek ladies But the one I liked was middle class I married her later after I drawn her away from cooking for them AS I WAS firEd But in the immediate way we walked through the Prankster's & Ken Kesie Bus. He was just flattering a bunch of rich kids from outside New York somewhere like Scarsdale But Kesy was firm then, he certainly did't want to take on anybody else Little Susen had a lot of knowledge She blushed in the bus so I left I remember kesies shoulders being like a hocky net so low and wide were they in his stoop wanting my intrusion to leave would not have had to support EYES And no one has ever given Kesie a dime A bit upset I drafted out my 22 or so direction to Susan as we came down the iron rivit stares of that lousy painted bus "Get back to your kitchen (she had none) or to your sea (large cliffs down)" Tend' in bar never appealed to me, but boy before Eshlon, Mike Murphy really let be drink I really can't remember if it was my day off, or I just skipped everything in front of everybodys face The swimming was just being set below The Pinkink banker Jau Fue was dancing the concrete to completion I appoligize Jou Fue; I need your Huxley history to be publisheded for my family It wasn't a hole, and it wasn't a revein, it was the first cavern I'd even seen. He some hpw just came from there , and Jou Fues place was the biggest hat you could thatch like that. Right past the peaze in your mind above scarred barry weeds who knew about beginns seeweed now offthe sand (I guess it's touch to be a poet) Cassady was on the balcony Not to much biilt then but it even had screens I sware we had black bavarr for an hour

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AI Interpretation

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Another physical copy records the speaker's Big Sur work, relationship and uncomfortable encounters around Kesie and a Prankster bus, ending with memories of Cassady and a gathering.

The speaker recalls work and social status while expressing resentment and admiration. This copy matches the revised account on page 33, including the Susen and Susan spellings. The insertion firEd has an uncertain attachment, and unresolved overprints limit details in both copies.

Claude

A second copy of the revised Big Sur page, matching page 33 stroke for stroke: 'Big Sur like a dream / In 64 all were Robin / without using the bow', the handwritten insertion 'AS I WAS firEd' after 'from cooking for them', the visit to 'the Prankster's & Ken Kesie Bus', and the closing 'I sware we had black bavarr for an hour'.

As a duplicate, the page shows that this draft was kept in more than one copy. Its reading matches page 33, including the self-aware '(I guess it's touch to be a poet)'; the insertion's attachment stays provisional here too, so it is not treated as a settled account of a firing.