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By Jack Joseph Smith

Robb''in It was so close She houted I can't believe it The wonder with the loss of trees The bracelet left on the bulvard That would be beer and the least of the dream Rolling like honny out of a gallion tin We went through the stop And I rember the guns blowing us all the way back to the river we wanted any way

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"Robb''in" turns a close call into a rush of disbelief, boulevard debris, dreamlike honey, guns, and a return toward a wanted river.

The corrected reading makes the page more coherent without smoothing its rough language. Robbery becomes a moving scene of shock and escape, where the body of the poem keeps sliding between accident, violence, and remembered desire.


Claude

Robb'in (sic). It was so close — she shouted, I can't believe it. The bracelet left on the Boulevard — that would be beer and the least of the dream. Rolling like honey out of a gallon tin. We went through the stop and I remember the guns blowing us all the way back to the river we wanted anyway.