I'm pretty sure I sent this out before...but still, it bears 
repeating.

      The Lurker!
   A Spamfic by Shadow Dancer

[A large person sits in front of his/her screen, watching as message
after message gets sent in.]

Person:  Ah.... more messages for me to read!

[The person opens and reads message after message, completely
ignoring the fact that someone put in a lot of hard time and effort to
_write_ those messages.  This person is a lurker.]

Lurker:  Mail! Glorious mail!  I can't get enough!

[A useless part of society, the lurker does not much except take up
precious server time.  But, sometimes a lurker will reform.]

Lurker:  Oh!  This one looks good enough to respond to!  I'd better
get on that right now.

[The lurker quickly transforms into an proof-reader, as he/she now
responds to other people's hard-written works.]

Proof-reader:  Hmm, maybe this isn't so bad, after all.

*** THE END ***

Shadow Dancer
Shadow-Chan
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Imagination is a Pegasus,
Wild and free,
Never to be tethered,
Tamed by you or me.
(c) March 29, 1997, Shadow Dancer