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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 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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