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 we roam, through the rooms in a maze

Looking for something or someone, as we were 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 names

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