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Weeks ago, a shiny white BMW pulled out of an alley near the corner of 14th and U with a license plate that read “7FT POET.” So close to the bourgeois atmosphere of the Republic Gardens nightclub, I naturally assumed that it was some Washington Wizard making known his Shaq-inspired jump to a lame rap career. I wasn’t quite right. Samuel “The 7-Foot Poet” Jefferson was a Hoya, not a Wizard, and now dabbles in socially conscious spoken-word poetry rather than hiphop. He performs regularly in D.C. as a member of the popular poet collective Generation 2000. Like his moniker, his lyrics are extremely literal and often overstated, but his urban cultural references and good intentions are endearing. He will read from his newly published collection, Crucifixion of My Soul, at 7:30 p.m. at Barnes & Noble, 3040 M St. NW. Free. (202) 965-9880. (Neil Drumming)