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Friends
Without Faces
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens, We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse's 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's always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt, In MIRC we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know, But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why it is 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's 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 on the computer, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains, They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
The poem was changed slightly and it has been claimed by many others thoughout the net.
The Author of "Friends Without Faces" is Rusty Black. It is time that the Author of this poem
received the proper credit he is deserved. Thank you Rusty for allowing me to continue to share
this poem with everyone in cyberspace. This is the original poem "Friends Without Faces".
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
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 our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
