Hubber Poems - Poems about Hubber

...only me to take a wok of sauté or call it a walk the streets of brooklyn very silent I made sure left right two feet and a foot up my ass but two hands do the talking of a name every one call me ......

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...when i see a mexican dragging a cart full of refuse I say gracias espera voy regresar con una bolsa con gusto por usted and if chinese I do not speak mandarin or cantonese and just a yo will do as......

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