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By Jack Joseph Smith

There is no nail off my thumb bursting in plums To big to be squid fine enouth to be beads Split motor and sail with time Enjoy the billows exactly on I guess these sea hawks think their Generals Arn't we on the ocean and they believe themselves cayotes Incidently how long has it been since anybody had coffie cause whatever we want to call the top just went down Constintly through the brain Put on the gloves Danger during lucky rain And now it's Christ Leaving it that way

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The page sounds bodily and horticultural at once, making thumbs, plums, and bursting surfaces part of a rough growth lyric.

The poem seems interested in what erupts through flesh and fruit alike. Even without full clarity, it has a pressure-cooker quality.

Claude

A sea-hawk page: sea hawks think they're Generals, we think they're coyotes, 'whatever we want to call the top just went down,' put on the gloves, now it's Christ — the author's 'Constintly', 'coffie', 'Arn't' spellings intact.