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By Jack Joseph Smith

Liza The solar system Cross over you I will never again do From now on suggestions of travel is money wasted Coming to you is not a tough question I have settled it and I am on my way Some work Imposibilities have left My mind is made up

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Addressed to Liza, the page sounds decisive and forward-moving: the speaker rejects wasteful travel talk, says coming to her is settled, and ends with the plain declaration that his mind is made up.

The cleaned transcript makes the poem read as a direct statement of commitment. The lower handwritten flourish has been checked against the scan and treated as a non-body mark, so the typed poem carries the confirmed reading.


Claude

Liza. The solar system crosses over her — suggestions of travel are money wasted now. Coming to you is not a tough question; my mind is made up. The handwritten tail leaves the word hanging like a yes.