the_stone_skipped fyn gula if i were a stone, would you pick me off the ground throwing me with all the force you possessed, feeling in the palm of your hand a smoothness that made you consider keeping it, carving the name of some place on the face? and then instead of simply throwing it, you would find a lake as still as glass. turning the stone sideways until it fit your fingers, you would flick your wrist and then toss it with amazing precision, proud to see the skip, one, two, three, and then sadly watch it sink, leaving the impressions until the ripples reached the shore and all is still again. 010203 ... ~*~LA chuLA~*~ i loved your poem and i think more people(icy&pejaro)aught to write more like u!hehe anywayz im outz byee..... 031029 ... oE yeah i wish i could write like you fyn gula..but..oh well.. 031029 ... "The" Man What? Class? The e-flat in measure six? 070710 what's it to you? who go blather from