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By Jack Joseph Smith

We are the fools tramping on the trianglw I see water sneeking away to the city I see curves in canyons Very fast, that were not there before We down in our river roeks are ,lack and white We just hope for the colard canyon sheer not to falll We know that alot of cooer IRON and a little bit of tin makes brass for an elivator May a lizzard has been a laugh across sexy arm, no that that I see good and and evil I shooo them The water's edg has changed

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The page treats canyon geography, mineral knowledge, and moral judgment as parts of the same rough Appalachian imagination.

Water, curves, river rocks, brass, lizards, and the changing edge keep the poem moving between landscape and industry. The isolated handwritten `IRON` interrupts the mistaken brass recipe with another material, reinforcing the sense of a speaker trying to read a damaged world through what it is made from.

Claude

A damaged-landscape poem read through minerals and motion: 'We are the fools tramping on the trianglw', water 'sneeking away to the city', new canyon curves 'that were not there before'. Identity is geological - 'We down in our river roeks / are ,lack and white' - and survival hangs on 'the colard / canyon sheer not to falll'. The metallurgy ('cooer / IRON / and a little bit of tin / makes brass for an elivator') and the closing 'I see good and and evil I shooo them / The ater's edg has changed' fold industry into judgment. This reading remains provisional because the mineral passage and several handwritten corrections are unresolved; source spellings are preserved as written.