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By Jack Joseph Smith

Forget Me Not The turn of the posy over and over By the breeze Along the farm The last of the alley The first time we touched Significant as a star Shuned as a whore And late for breakfast also So I saw all the islands in bright red From the beginning, others have seen the end Laughter resounds, it is mathematical Or possibly it it is a black bird that does not follow the wind And I didn't see a thing when she left And it was not because of the explosion

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GPT

A love-memory of touch, stars, islands, black birds, and explosion circles around departure and repetition.

The cleaned typed body oscillates between lyric tenderness and damaged aftermath. The heavy marginal handwriting is preserved as annotation, so this interpretation follows the verified typed poem while acknowledging the pressure of the surrounding draft layer.

Claude

''''Forget Me Not' -- the turn of the posy, the first touch significant as a star, shunned as a whore. Islands in bright red, mathematical laughter. 'I didn't see a thing when she left / And it was not because of the explosion.''''