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By Jack Joseph Smith

Bying and Selling Let the lie sink with sorrow You will never wake up once you have done it Turned against and away Loseing the spindle, the stick, the lance, the sword Rumbleesilence onn the road See yourself stricken with the day before yesterday We are trying against all odds Not to tame life,, but to bring life to its knees Again With our hope Of just going to work

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This page treats buying and selling as part of a larger world of lies, weapons, and struggle, then answers it with the ordinary hope of going to work.

The scan-reviewed text keeps the misspelled title and the handwritten 'Again,' making the call to bring life to its knees feel recursive. The ending grounds the harsher imagery in the dignity and hope of ordinary work.

Claude

''''Bying and Selling' -- let the lie sink with sorrow. Losing spindle, stick, lance, sword. 'Not to tame life, but to bring life to its knees / With our hope of just going to work.''''