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By Jack Joseph Smith

Doubt Everyone I knew Had already proved That I had nothing to prove And I vowed I would not let vanity Further terse the place Where I had sunk But how poor is a man With children on his knees When so many tales Are behind others He never got to see Anymore, I know the tempest is not the wind that creates distruction in the unforseen Rather, the world's lethargic sight Lets the slightest bit of pity Make for uncontroable disasters And drawing cards is difficult When doumb you've never played

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page presents doubt as the inner partner of poverty, vanity, pity, and disaster.

The poem is brief but severe. It makes emotional weakness feel less like a private flaw than a condition shaped by children, memory, and the world's lethargy.

Claude

Doubt. Everyone he knew had already proved he had nothing to prove. How poor a man is with children on his knees when so many tales are behind others he never got to see. The tempest is not the wind but the world's lethargic sight. Doubt as a card he has never played.