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By Jack Joseph Smith

Andrea I think the eyelashes think, and I think the eyes are pale From looking too much,, looking,,. © let her go,, how about to much study; a blue with a tint greem And O this blond is always a mess She is tough; she makes up her mind Hey, you don"t have to be good, to remember purpose; and I think her waist is tight, and she covers her thigh, and I know she shakes hands, as a good girl,, and I know she cocks her head back, when she understands intelligence is the only ways level as you get,, there will be no triuble while around Andrea; her sister's , beast friend

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Andrea is drawn through pale, overstudied eyes, messy blondness, intelligence, and physical self-possession until her presence becomes a zone where trouble is kept at bay.

The poem admires her with unusual precision, lingering on gesture, posture, and the way understanding registers in her body. Intelligence is treated as her truest level, more stabilizing than beauty or goodness. That combination of toughness, courtesy, and alertness makes her feel less like an ideal than a person whose composure actively organizes the room around her.

Claude

Andrea: eyelashes think, eyes pale from too much study, blond always a mess, good girl shaking hands. She is her sister's best friend.