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By Jack Joseph Smith

A'hieuga Oh how sweet the poetry Not better than the rough life A women just as pretty And you got to do it all twice I guess I am first time home with a heart My shadow that spreads the up street of town Now nothing says I was right when I went to hurt And across my Pacific and North America; nothing is wrong...

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GPT

Poetry, rough life, beauty, hurt, and continental scale are compressed into a bruised homecoming lyric.

The page keeps swinging between tenderness and swagger. Its claim is not that poetry surpasses experience, but that beauty, injury, and distance all have to be lived more than once before they can be spoken.

Claude

A short lyric about being first time home with a heart, a shadow spreading up the town street, and nothing saying anything was wrong across the Pacific and North America.