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By Jack Joseph Smith

Slight enough, just there to be unerved We edge along the ways and sing our song Tp Wenctaraf from Los Angeles beekimm~Like a Chief Joseph ) All the crow flys~te+he-eteouds_ Where the drey air setsmege down Peon swimming good ames as a saint Here on the other side The mountains jagged th ied. Have lampt—tireir sleep Sisters and Jack a , The cattle, the cataclysm, and the black Angus cows vels tw They come back to us EORAY . L/ By +raiy-or—by truck ds th IK It is velvet but it is “t bash fue Be Sometimes whiskey as well We all know we are coming home

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The page keeps a drifting, songlike motion, pairing unease with travel references and bird-like upward movement.

Even where the transcription is rough, the page feels driven by motion and nervous elevation. It reads like a transitional lyric, a moment of passing through and singing while not quite settled anywhere.

Claude

A Chief-Joseph-flavored page with substantial marginalia and crossed-out false starts ('Wenctaraf from Los Angeles,' crow-flies, 'By +raiy-or—by truck'), landing on 'We all know we are coming home.'