Hm.

[rin_333]

I found an old page of poetry I'd written for a creative writing class, real last second sort of nonsense. I was reading it.

Frogs slip off small  stones
Smooth like the back of your hand
The push of their slender forms into the shattered mirror
The pieces scattered like raindrops
Falllen between the eyes of a mindless giant
Tiptoeing through a small

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oooh

[venabili]

I like to just sit and read this poem, and let the imagery come to my mind... your such a great writer!! screw senor cole!