Whickers Poems - Poems about Whickers

...I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell april showers, I duke of kent my pope ......

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...one eye open, Light flickers through some die smokin, boots, whickers, booze drawls and the draw, one liners move sunsets on set, squirt bottles make dew tossing and a turn around, naps till noon su......

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