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By Jack Joseph Smith

I did my best to do everything And you are the best I have ever seen Im the beginning it was you that made decisions about your beauty, after that only love could share It is hard to be a Queen, it hurts to lock one self up Sight is your horror; with the disengaged advice you lend As a Prince I speak from the drunkened barn So from the window From the haystack, your the birth, that gives us birth, good and luck And that flesh a bone is.

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The page addresses beauty, queenship, locked-up hurt, princely speech, haystack birth imagery, luck, and the handwritten claim that flesh and bone are part of the same declaration.

The corrected text makes the emotional hierarchy clearer: the beloved is queen, origin, and burden. The handwritten ending pulls the page back into bodily material after its elevated language of beauty and birth.

Claude

A page addressed to a Queen-like figure. Did my best to do everything, and you are the best I have ever seen. Only love could share decisions about your beauty. Sight is your horror — the disengaged advice you lend. As a Prince I speak from the drunken bar. From the window, from the haystack — you are the birth that has given us birth. The hand-scrawled last line about spit is nearly erased.