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Een vertaalprobleem melden
Here is a poem.
Nonstop, all day.
You are aware a gamer's dark side,
not when they play,
but when they've died.
Can't stop, no way.
They do curse and yell,
not at what the other team say,
but when their own team fell.
I tank, you heal.
Noobs **** and everyone knows,
no need to make a big deal,
even if some player blows.
You **** stealed me!
How dare you take my guy!
He hacks I see!
How else could he fly!?
All I want to hear are 'dings!'
but not with this team.
These are the many things,
A gamer may scream.