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By Jack Joseph Smith

Justin When I was your age with Each witch My life, my world Was so wild, so free That I have no memory of what a birthday was I did not need No presents, no cakes Surrounding Everyyear the time of your age Was day to day the same Doing as I please, runing through medows and shacks, throwing the ball, catching a new stream in my skipping Life, now, is fast as a glimpse Now I see how I liked it so slow.

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This annotated 'Justin' page remembers a childhood without birthday rituals as wild, free, slow, and physically open, then contrasts it with life now as fast as a glimpse.

The added lines make the retrospective movement stronger: the poem does not simply regret deprivation, it remembers freedom in running, meadows, shacks, ball play, and skipping. The dense handwriting shows the page as an active revision field.

Claude

This reading remains provisional because the page transcript is partial/OCR-uncertain. Addressed to 'Justin,' the speaker recalls a boyhood so 'wild, so free' that birthdays left 'no memory,' needing 'no presents, no cakes,' only 'medows and shacks' and a thrown ball, and closes by mourning that 'Life, now, is fast as a glimpse' against how he once 'liked it so slow.'