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We sit and we type, |
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...and we stare at our screens |
We all have to wonder, |
...what this possibly means. |
With our mouse we roam, |
...through the rooms in a maze |
Looking for something or someone, |
...as we sit in a daze. |
We chat with each other, |
...we type all our woes |
Small groups we do form, |
...and gang up on our foes. |
We wait for somebody, |
...to type out our name |
We want recognition, |
...but it is always the same. |
We give kisses and hugs, |
...and sometimes flirt |
In PMs we chat deeply, |
...and reveal why we hurt. |
We do form friendships
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but
why we don't know |
But some of these friendships, |
...will flourish and grow. |
Why is it on screen, |
...we can be so bold |
Telling our secrets, |
...that have never been told? |
Why is it we share, |
...the thoughts in our mind |
With those we can't see, |
...as though we were blind? |
The answer is simple, |
...it is as clear as a bell. |
We all have our problems, |
...and need someone to tell. |
We can't tell real people, |
...but tell someone we must |
So we turn to the 'puter, |
...and to those we can trust. |
Even though it is crazy, |
...the truth still remains |
They are Friends Without Faces, |
...and odd little names. |
~ Richard Geyer ~ |
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