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By Jack Joseph Smith

There you can tell When they make fun of work You have know idea about where it pagan It just has anvimage against you: Just don't know, can't walk ean't see, yet I' am electric I am wrong, the hammer was to long T ama fooll,, the bridge had not tie off TI) kmew sparts in steel mills were peoples souls I believe that I was stepping in for giants old pulling green-chanim in the timber camps pulling greem chair in the old timber camps And then Ya think, all these movie stars and such Yourlife was not so useless after all

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Mockery of labor gives way to a rough defense of work as inherited force, with steel-mill sparks and timber-camp chains turning a so-called fool into someone briefly standing in for giants.

The poem begins from humiliation, with bad tools, bad judgment, and a bridge not tied off, but it refuses to leave the speaker there. Sparks in the mill become souls, which turns industrial work into something sacred and collective rather than merely exhausting. The last turn toward movie stars does not sound starstruck so much as corrective: measured against real labor, a life may have carried more weight than it first appeared to.

Claude

When they make fun of work you have no idea where it began. Sparks in steel mills were peoples souls. Stepping in for giants pulling green chain in the old timber camps.