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By Jack Joseph Smith

Thought I didn*t Have Another She looked through the day Clear and blue She flew in the night Brilliant and bright Is that enough For me to tell you Watch the street Stay out of sight _ Ya,, be the mountain Be the top Hey,, be the sailing ship Be the sea T hi there and fall*in And again and again and fall’) and fall'n Gogel fis SB ae FT song i Jost Li Ke fou

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The third variant sharpens the refrain into a harsher cycle of command and collapse, where height, voyage, and sea all still end in falling again and again.

Adding "Be the top" gives the poem a stronger vertical ambition, as if survival now requires elevation as well as motion. Yet every imperative is undercut by the repeated descent that follows it. The piece feels like a stripped survival hymn that knows its own advice may not be enough.

Claude

Thought I didn't Have Another: third time, fall'n and fall'n, same structural song, same kind of you, just like you as marginalia.