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By Jack Joseph Smith

Fast Cars Such was the way of looking im junk yards A piece here and a place there, nothing to brag about Them all of your songs And all of your deeds Took you way into the air I had a clip with a tight grip,, that made nonscience out of staying alive We have never had to act like sports figures, about being good; just look under the hood

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This page keeps the car poem hard-edged, tying swagger and performance to the effort of staying alive.

The language feels revised in motion, but the surviving lines are clear about their pressure. Grip, air, sports figures, and the hood all belong to a world where appearance and danger keep touching.

Claude

Fast Cars, another variant. Such was the way of looking in junk yards. A clip with a tight grip that made nonscience out of staying alive. We have never had to act like sports figures about being good — just look under the hood. The typed 'We' stays (with a handwritten 'they' hovering over it as a revision the page never committed to), so the credo reads as shared, not disowned.