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By Jack Joseph Smith

The last bus I was on, Alkida would have taken a look and left Music I have no talent in my hands Please take my words for what their worth I could dream and read A three actsplay every day But I never saw anything Until I saw her I did not wish for what I wanted And though it might of wished for me Possibly it is sorry now

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This page contrasts artistic limitation with the shock of finally seeing someone who changes desire and perception.

The speaker dismisses his own manual gifts and asks that his words be taken at whatever value they have. Correcting the opening bus line and the final 'Until I saw her' sharpens the page's movement from self-deprecation to awed recognition.

Claude

''''The last pus I was on, Alkida would have taken a look and left.' A bleak self-assessment; the speaker has no musical talent but can dream a three-act play every day. 'But I never saw anything / Until I saw her.''''