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Every one of my real life friends,
Are asleep or away,
My friends on the net,

Tend to be there,
With no quality lost
From good humour
Or care.

We talk for hours,
Share our bad day,
Nothing to hold back and
So much to say.

Typing so much,
Does give me bad RSI!
And I must confess,
for a cannot lie...

I do have an unrealistic dream,
That one day, perhaps you'll be
More than letters on a screen.
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Letters on the Screen
Date: Monday, 2nd September 2002 @ 06:07:50 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: phildel
At the end of one awful day,
Every one of my real life friends,
Are asleep or away,
My friends on the net,

Tend to be there,
With no quality lost
From good humour
Or care.

We talk for hours,
Share our bad day,
Nothing to hold back and
So much to say.

Typing so much,
Does give me bad RSI!
And I must confess,
for a cannot lie...

I do have an unrealistic dream,
That one day, perhaps you'll be
More than letters on a screen.


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