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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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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.