I received this in an E-mail today and thought it fits well here at USM.
We sit and we type, as 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.
With IM's we chat deeply, and tell why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we dont 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 cant 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, with odd little names.
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