Hard Rock Returns To Prison From The Hospital For The Criminal Insane (Etheridge Knight Poem)
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
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