Gospel & Biker
Poetry & Short Biker Stories
The Hells Angel Poet has arrived 4 you
So ride my Poems into the Ground
The same way you ride your Women
Gently smoothly until they explode into Orgasms
The Warrior Poet
Rides again.
I HAVE NO NEED OF FEAR
I am not afraid of freedom
To stand is up is not a crime
I am a free man
And I walk only my line
I don’t stand for bullshit
I’m not a man to run
So if you want to fight me
Bring your army and your gun
Your weakness is my strength
For I have no need of fear
I ride in front of the others
that’s where your see me hear,
And now I’m writing poetry
And I’ve slipped into your site
I will respect you before and after our night
Women are my weakness
For them I’m a teddy bear
So if you ever want a friendly chat
I promise I will be there
I can not walk on water
And in fires I will burn
But I will protect the weak
Until there enemy learns.
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HELLS ANGLE POET
JESUS WAS A BIKER
Jesus was a biker and he rode the open road
And he fill the Earth With Salvation To let all the Nations Take His Hand And in his Righteousness,
They will then Stand This Is the Jesus Generation
And its time for peace on earth
Because Jesus was a biker
And all true bikers have worth
Son of Righteousness And the Earth Will Shake with loveIn the Glory of Heaven
As Jesus rides above
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FAITH RIDERS
I ride by Faith and not by sight If things go wrong I know it will be alright Because someone greater is in the heavenly skiesIs watching over the ones who ride
My God cares and helps the meek
Even while we are in bed asleep
For God has Angels every where
To guard and guide the ones who care,
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I ride the roads with care and ease
Jesus comes as quick as a sneeze
He will ride into your life
And look after every thing with life
The flowers and the insects too
All have Souls like me and you
The dogs and cats they all believe
That the good Lord will come in there need
To guide all living things
Into heaven to be with the king.
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THE ULTIMATE SIN
Suicide
Suicide is not the way to go
Life is for living not dieing
It will not answer to the problems we face
So my friends don’t give up on this human race
Life is not a race to win
Every man or women sin
There is an answer to all of life’s problems
Just hold on to your faith
And
The ultimate sin of suicide
Will drift out of your mind
Life is too important
To loose it with a whim
So my friends
All of you
Its one thing all of us can win
So let us pray to Jesus Christ
And his Angels on the wing.
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BIKERS RIDING NORTH AND SOUTH
Bikers riding north and south, east and west,
Living and praying to there Gods
For all Gods want only one thing
Peace on earth and the bells to ring
Shine on and see there Power
Christmas is coming
And Gods finest
Hour
The Birth
Of his Son
Sing out bikers proud
Sing out loud
Sing the songs of victory
Christ is born to save our souls
Sing out in the Gospel choirs’ of old
Sing out until all peoples understand
Peace on Earth has too expand
Sing out Bikers light Gods fires
With Rock music
Peace will
Overcome
When the World
In one mind is one
Stand up for what you believing
Stand up and be proud
Sing my friends
Sing out
Loud.
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VIRGIN MOTHER OF ALL MANKIND
Hail Holy Mother of all Mankind
The Virgin Mary
Help and protect us all
Save us from the sins of others
Guide us all
Protect us your children
Save us we pray
Save us all
Save us
Today
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Post Box Litter.
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The letters through my mail box are colourful and bright
And every week increasing and coming day and night
There mixed up with leaflets from the local burger bars
Chinese takeaways and Insurance for my cars
Indian takeaways, and the local fish & chips
And free phone calls with free pips
Saving money on things that I never buy
Why cant the post man sometimes just walk on by.
October 2007
“Scampie”
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My Pussy.
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I’m a blond lady from head too toe
I wear a studded collar around my neck
Men like to stroke my pussy
As I purr and mew and neck
There's a two rings in my left ear
and three in my right
I lost a nail the other day
When I got into a fight
My boy friend is a right Tom
And he leads the others around hear
He dates two other pussies
And he rules the Manor without fear
He got my Sister Pregnant
She had a litter of three
But I believe that I know
Old Tom still belongs to me.
2007
The Warrior Poet
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QUOTE
By The Warrior Poet.
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You Cant Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth, So ride it,
And be on your way to better things.
2007
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The Oyster ?
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I love Oysters
There Sexy and Hot!
There is never two the same
Every Woman has one
At least once in there lives
Every!
Well nearly Every Man wants one,
The Oyster is a Muscle locked within a shell
At the Bottom of the Sea
It swims so well
Sometimes it’s a little salty,
On its Wedding Night
The Oyster is Beautiful
Tasty and Bright.
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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Smoking
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Smoking reduces your life span
And causes impotence in every man
There filled to the top with tar
And Nicotine
And hobos collect them in a jar
There’s Carbon Monoxide
And Poisons of every sort
Adults and Children Smoke
And my friends this isn’t no joke
So don’t light up a Ciggie
Chuck them all away
A Smoker is an Idiot
That’s what all Ex smokers say.
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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A Prayer 4 “Carol Galloway”
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Don’t Wish your Life away,
Things Will Look Better Another Day,
I Wish I could Invent a new cure 4 you,
“Carol”
“Miss Galloway“.
My Sister in Law and my Friend,
I’m Glad I knew you,
You Made my Life a whole lot better,
So this Verse is for you,
I know you’re an Angel in Heaven now,
And
I Know You Will Be Reborn,
I’m Glad I knew you,
I’m Glad,
I Knew You Miss Carol Galloway.
My Sister in Law
And My Friend.
2007
The Warrior Poet
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I've got a Scooter.
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I've got a Motor Scooter
It go's a Hundred miles an hour
I like to ride too rallies
And show off all its power
My Scooter is yellow
With a shiny red stripe
And I like going Camping on my little bike
The Horn sounds like Old General Lee
And when I honk it
People turn to look at me
My Helmet is Yellow too
With a stripe down the middle
And if I have too, then I must
Behind a tree do a piddle
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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Oh!
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Oh it’s a Joy to Live,
What a Creation
To See the Sun,
And the Face of all Nations,
To Stand!
A Free Man
I’m on my own
Oxford in England-
Is my Home.
Poetry!
Is Love Foretold,
So in Love be Forever Bold,
Freedom!
Is Gods Creation,
As is Man and Woman-kind,
Standing!
At a Railway Station,
Don’t!
Let your Life pass on by,
If the Train is Late?
You!
Can always Fly.
2004
By
E. J. a. Healy.
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Autumn Colours
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Trees of Beauty turning from green to gold
Silver birch's scratching the sky
A Painted Patch work of ever changing Hues
From Gold to brown, to Green to blue,
The rising moon casts shadows of gold
As the setting Sun go's to sleep
Autumn colours are wonderful
A Gift from god to keep.
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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Cock a Doodle Don’t.
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There is a Chicken farm just down the lane
And at five thirty on the dot
The bloody Cocks begin to crow
If I had a Gun I would shoot the lot
It also crows at midnight
And at twenty and half past three
The next time it crosses the Road
Right in front of me
I will drive a little faster
Until I hear the Bump!
Reverse back once or twice
Until completely flat
Then tell them my foot slipped
And that’s why there Cock is not fat.
2007
By
The Poets Poet
E, J, Healy.
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Poisoned.
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The Governments have Poisoned our Children’s Minds
With all this lack of love and caring
They make lots of Promises
About all the sharing
We will lower all the tax's
And put the wages up
Help the Unemployed
Find a job that they wont chuck
Put a pound on Petrol
And raise the price of cigs
Put the drinking age to twenty one
And the rent down in peoples digs
Well that’s what was Promised
Now just look what they did!
Bloody Governments
I hope they loose there wigs;
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The Governments have Poisoned our Children’s Minds
With all this lack of love and caring
They make lots of Promises
About all the sharing
They have lowed the average wage
And put our rents up sky high
Closed more Factory’s
The Unemployed reach the sky
Put a fiver on a tank of gas
And doubled the price of Cigarettes
Tippled the price of everyday foods
And they have not finished yet
Closed down half the Hospitals
So the ER's are over run,
Lowed the Drinking Age
And locked the old up in a cage;
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The Governments have Poisoned our Children’s Minds
With all this lack of love and caring
They make lots of Promises
About all the sharing
The School leaving age is up to Nineteen Years
Then its on to National Service
They have to sweep our streets
And make Old England Tidy
While living in an Army Camp
Until Six more Months next Friday
The drinking age is down to just Fifteen
And the knife attacks are up
There is more Rape and Murder
And all I want to do is chuck up
Mad Cow is spreading like wild fire
Aids is even higher
Why cant the Governments ever learn
Not to stoke up the British fire's.
2007
By
The Poets Poet
E, J, Healy.
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The Bridegroom.
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The Bridegroom is in the corner
As drunk as drunk can be
The Bride is in the bedroom
Having the best man for lunch,
Dinner and tea
They are Laughing and having sex
He calls her Someone’s Mrs
She calls him Rex
The Bridegroom is crying
And his bride is smoking pot
She's been inseminated
By the best man on the trot
She's going to have his baby
And I bet he will find out
The Best man is an African
And the groom is going out
He is a white honky
And as drunk as drunk can be
She is white too
And had an African-
for Lunch, dinner and Tea.
2007
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The Bridegroom.
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The Bridegroom is in the corner
As drunk as drunk can be
The Bride is in the bedroom
Having the best man for lunch,
Dinner and tea
They are Laughing and having sex
He calls her Someone’s Mrs
She calls him Rex
The Bridegroom is crying
And his bride is smoking pot
She's been inseminated
By the best man on the trot
She's going to have his baby
And I bet he will find out
The Best man is an African
And the groom is going out
He is a white honky
And as drunk as drunk can be
She is white too
And had an African-
for Lunch, dinner and Tea.
2007
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Bad Boys.
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I'm what you call a bad boy
And my sister is a slut
We do things together
And the grown ups only tut
We tried it in the hallway
When the folks were out
We lost our Virginity
Now we know what its all about
I like shagging my sister
And we do the sixty nine
We are the Bad kids
But Sex for us is fine.
2007
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By
The Poets Poet
E, J, Healy.
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Death is the End of Life or is it?
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Is it just the start of an inner peace
A forgotten dream
Are we cogs
Is it all what it seems
Is Life really Life or just a word
One without meaning!
A nonentity
A speck in time
The truth
Are we all Gods in a Universe far away
Or cells in another brain
You decide
Or
Are you hear just for the ride?
2007
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By
Eamon John Andrew Healy.
Buy one get one free
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Buy one get one free they say
But what do I want with two
Why cant I have one at half price
Now that’s the thing to do.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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Between Two Worlds
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Lost between two worlds,
Two lovers far apart
One I’ve never seen
But she’s a memory in my heart
I let her down
And when I said good bye
My eyes shed a tear
And started to cry.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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In late September.
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In late September it is the time
When two seasons come together too intertwine
When Summer ends its hazy days
And Autumn shows its Winter hazes
Bringing the cold to enter in to our bones
And stripping the trees of leafs
When the animals prepare to sleep
And insects and birds and bees
The birds start there migration to warmer climes
We all know it will soon be Christmas time
Where we can reflect on the days gone by
As the birds take slowly to the sky
And thank God for the interlude
Giving him our Gratitude.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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A Curtains of Mist
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The Autumn mists are coming the days are getting shorter
People put on woolly hats
And dresses not so short
How I love the Summer with mini’s everywhere
But now there legs are covered
From the cold night air
The Clouds seem to scratch the hills
With a silvery mist
As Summer turns to Autumn
Winter gives the Earth a kiss.
2007
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By
The
Oxford
Warrior
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In late September.
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In late September it is the time
When two seasons come together too intertwine
When Summer ends its hazy days
And Autumn shows its Winter hazes
Bringing the cold to enter in to our bones
And stripping the trees of leafs
When the animals prepare to sleep
And insects and birds and bees
The birds start there migration to warmer climes
We all know it will soon be Christmas time
Where we can reflect on the days gone by
As the birds take slowly to the sky
And thank God for the interlude
Giving him our Gratitude.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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A Curtains of Mist
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The Autumn mists are coming the days are getting shorter
People put on woolly hats
And dresses not so short
How I love the Summer with mini’s everywhere
But now there legs are covered
From the cold night air
The Clouds seem to scratch the hills
With a silvery mist
As Summer turns to Autumn
Winter gives the Earth a kiss.
2007
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By
The
Oxford
Warrior
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Can I Bite your Cherry?
Can I feel your cherry on my tongue,
As down my chin your juices run.
Do you want a bit on my bike,
Can I make you feel all right,
Do you want to rub my tummy,
And make me feel all right and yummy
Go on babe you know you want to dance with me,
Take your panties of and feel free,
I want to hold you tight,
Fuck with me on the back of my Bike!
Screw the others taste the sin,
Fuck the lot of them I'm coming in,
Pick a card babe if you get the Ace,
I will take you to outer space,
Undo my Zipper with your teeth and tongue,
And I will do what must be done!
Come on baby! shall we dance?
Try a bit of Hells Angle Romance.
The Warrior Poet
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A Short Break
Not an Arm or a Leg I am told,
But a Holiday quite Short and quite Bold,
I Stopped in a Hotel down by the sea,
And it even had an on sweet WC,
Which was smaller that small,
Don’t you know,
The Bath was a sink and a Poe,
And the Sea was so dirty,
It left marks on my shirty,
So close to London and a big theme park,
When your splashed by the water,
Your whites became dark,
I saw a Girl there quite Bare,
With no knickers or no underwear,
I tried to take a snap,
But the lenses went crack,
So I offered her tea,
Back at my place you see,
And She said ok!
Which made my day,
We sat on the Bed,
And Kissed head to head,
She Kissed my thing!
When the fire bell started to ring,
So we all filled out! In Alarm!
With the Shout!
She told me her name,
So I said Hi Jane,
When the Fire was out,
I made her Shout!
With my tongue popping in,
To a place it can swim,
And she gave me a gobble,
Which made my thing wobble,
As I sucked her nipples,
The sea made the ripples,
And when we were done,
And we both had to cum,
We sat down for tea,
And said!Good bye and see,
You a little later on,
For round two,
Of this Sexual magical song
The Warrior Poet
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The Erotic Fight
Pull me towards you and kiss me hard,
Bend over the table let me smack your lard,
Let me guide you
And fuck you for fun,
Kiss me you bitch.
I feel you feeding from my fontSatisfying your thirstListening lustfully to my criesYou take me to a higher placeOne where I waitFor us to become one
Licking your body
Tasting your soul
Woman riding
I will make you whole.
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By
The Warrior Poet
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Flippen Heck!
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I'm an Emotional wreck!
My Mother is a Chocolate eater,
And my Self Starvation makes me mad,
Anger and Beauty makes everyone sad,
Its a blood brothers film,
Am I the lover in this Family Boom,
Attention!
I’m not fat!
Dig your own grave,
For your a lost soul,
Love me Callow,
Drugs are Hallow,
Hurtful Butterflies lost in spaces,
Flipping Heck! its a Bleeding horror,
Razorblade lover go's tomorrow,
Flipping! flipping heck!
Give me a rope for my neck!
Flipping! flipping heck!
It's a Bleeding Horror,
Oh flipping wreck!
I might Choke tomorrow.
BY
THE POETS POET
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Just Chatting!
I Hope I don’t get that Fat bloke this week,
He almost Snapped me in two,
Well I Don’t want him'
Get Splinter to stick him in the bum!Oh my God' He's got his fat Daughter and Son!
Shush!
Your in Church silent’s Please?
Your Lucky your just a table!Alter! If you don’t mind Splinter,That’s Mr,Splinter to you.
Gosh that was lucky for us?They are sitting an number two,
Oh my Lord! We have got the bloody kids?They will write all over us,
Stop That!Don’t undo my screw?
What the hell is a Church Pew to do?
Hear comes the smelly Woman!Oyo! Mrs, Don’t sit there,
Bugger it she's farted again!Doesn’t any body care.
Splinter Stick one in her Bum?and make her jump a mile!
Shush!
Hear comes the Priest with the Alter Boys!
Fighting and playing games,
Don’t! put that in there?That’s where the Bibles Sit.It's not for your Bubble Gum!Chew it again for a bit?
Now Church is over and all is dark!And the only light left on is a Candle's Spark!
We the Pews can have some fun,Until next Sunday!
When there’s more work to be done.
2007
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A WOMANS ORGASM By a Male me!
She sat on the bed and waited for me to enter her room.
I sat at her feet!
And for her made the whole room spin around,
With my tongue.
The Orgasm!
A tingle slowly growing.
Running up and down her legs,
Around her hips,
Through her breasts her nipples.
The tingle grows,
Not fast but slow,
My tongue flicks,
She moans,
She Clicks,
A shudder Comes over her!
The pant's get slowly louder,
She breath's deeper!
The Orgasm builds,
She Grips my head in her thighs,
She pushes me deeper,
A wetness grows.
Through her head Colours flow!
The red of passion!
The White of light!
The Silver of Virtue!
Is an Orgasm of delight.
Yes!
yes,
yes,
yes,
Oh Yes!Oh my god Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.
2007
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By
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The Warrior Poet
in the City of Spires,
O X F O R D
E N G L A N D
Are you still messing about here?
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Born on the Eighth of January.
“Eamon John Healy”
Born in The City of Spires
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My Pen Names are in case you wondered.
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“ The Warrior Poet ”
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“ The Oxford Warrior ”
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“ The Poets Poet ”
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“ The Word Master “
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“ E. J. a. Healy.“
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“E. J. Healy.”
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“ Anon “
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“ The Peoples Poet “
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“ The Word Dancer “
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“ The Boss “
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“ NOS-MO-KING ”
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“ The Oxford Poet “
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“ Scampie “
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