By Anonymous
Summary: A poem about how FoLCs are brought together on the Internet, sharing a love for L&C.
[Author's note: I'm sorry, this isn't about Lois and Clark, it's about us.]
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To the filksong "Strangers No More", by Brenda Sutton
Plans are made, pennies pinched,
Modems we do buy,
Monitors are fired up,
Our families shake their heads and sigh,
We'll get onto the Internet
If for service we must crawl,
To the realms of IRC,
Where we answer to the call of:
Some fans quiet
Some fans hearty
Slowly building FOLC by FOLC there starts a quiet party,
FOLC opinions 'bout the ep,
Somebody starts a poem,
L&C'ers join together
And they are welcomed home!
Message upon message swells
With meetings and with greetings
With the melody enhanced by some new friends and such sweet things!
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type, and type, and;
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type.
He drives a truck, she computes,
That one attends school.
The only rule among us is:
There really are no rules!
Some like SF, some fantasy,
Some all that they can see.
The only thing that unites us is:
Our true love of L&C.
With:
Some fans quiet
Some fans hearty
Slowly building FOLC by FOLC there starts a quiet party,
FOLC opinions 'bout the ep,
Somebody starts a poem,
L&C'ers join together
And they are welcomed home!
Message upon message swells
With meetings and with greetings
With the melody enhanced by some new friends and such sweet things!
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type, and type and;
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type.
Some folks fit in easily, no matter where they are,
Others stood off from the rest and watched talk from afar,
We each spent some time drifting in a crowded world alone,
Now we join on IRC and and skip off to our nightly home, where:
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type, and type and;
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type.
'It's been too long! So how's your life?'
Familiarity!
A smile, a hug, emotions tugged,
Nearly every night I see!
You read my .sig, I hear your joke,
We sit and chat along!
I may not know you Friday night,
But we're good friends when Sunday's gone!
With:
Some fans quiet
Some fans hearty
Slowly building FOLC by FOLC there starts a quiet party,
FOLC opinions 'bout the ep,
Somebody starts a poem,
L&C'ers join together
And they are welcomed home!
Message upon message swells
With meetings and with greetings
With the melody enhanced by some new friends and such sweet things!
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type, and type, and;
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type.
Yes, Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type, and type, and;
Strangers no more, we type,
And type, and type, and type.
FIN
THE END
(stnomore.txt)