There is nothing
Quite as marvelous
As after all
Of this life
To stand at
The edge of
A tranquil pond
And skim stones
Some simply plop
Others dunk with
A clunk a
Few side wind
Until one a
Rectangle of slate
That feels so
Perfect in hand
Smooth and cool
Full of promise
Flies and skitters
Not just once
But four marvelous
Times before disappearing
This this standing
At waters edge
Is called counting
Your blessings and
Your sins its
Purpose is to
Show you your
Way to Heaven
At life’s end
Follow the skipping
Stone which skipped
The farthest for
That stone represents
Your true love
When all is
Said and done
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 
Your words create the whole scenario in my mind
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Thank you very much. You’re kind.
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Mine pleasure dear. Keep going
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Sweetheart, I’ve been writing for 40 years. I hardly think that I’ll be stopping any time soon. Thank you for your encouraging words.
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Thats really inspiring
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My voice is old. It’s time to listen to younger voices such as yours.
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I am glad to hear that. I will try to vocalize every voice from any subject
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I wrote you a poem
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Can I see?
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It’s on my site
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I am very curious and very excited to see a poem for me by you
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It’s on my site. You’ll see it. 🤗
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Sure
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Superbly evoked musings
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Thank you very much for your kindness
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It’s a pleasure
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