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"crockets" poems
The crockets are launched The people are killed Crits are ringing Sentries are shooting I know this, I was there I'm not a dactor, not yet at least I took spawn camping to the next level It's true, they can confirm it look it up yourself  next gen spawn camping I did it, you didn't (unless you were there) it was at 11:00 this morning yea
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Spawn Camping
Winter-welded hands to pockets Midnight suburban Davey Crockets Shuffling feets, thoughts on gold lockets Meet nodders, speeders, window peekers Out and about, we candid seekers
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 12:26 PM UTC
Early Morning strolls