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We sit and we 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

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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

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We give kisses and hugs

And sometimes flirt

In ICQ 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

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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

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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

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Even though it is crazy

The truth still remains

They are Friends Without Faces

And odd little names

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Author Unknown