We sit and type, 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 our name
                             We want recognition, but it is always the same

                            We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
                           in IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

                            We do form friends-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 problems, and need someone to tell.

                     We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
                        so we turn to the 'puter, and those we can trust.

                        Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
                    They are friends without Faces, and odd little names.
                                                                  author unknown to me.
 
 

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