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As long as the rock's replies are tacit! Anything beyond that, and you'll have to get the gnomes to interpret for you! 
posted by
JimmyA
on September 17, 2012 at 2:20 PM
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My sis habitually puts a rock in her pocket whenever she
walks in a new, distant place, a little reminder of that place and that time. She puts them in the garden, part of the border around her flowers, adding to the mulch. So whenever she walks in her yard, she sees all kinds of distant places.
posted by
Pat_B
on September 17, 2012 at 10:40 AM
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A variety of rocks you certainly do come across, all of which are neat to see in their finished painted form.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 17, 2012 at 9:22 AM
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nice poem but what is magic moments?
posted by
Lanetay
on September 17, 2012 at 9:14 AM
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Kabu
ýThis achieves your message and moral love. BC-A, Bill”s R®s
posted by
BC-A
on September 17, 2012 at 7:01 AM
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I like that a lot, you have good conversations with your stony pals...
posted by
lionreign
on September 17, 2012 at 3:13 AM
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Good work rocks have memories probably tremors and vibrations locked inside perhaps you cannot understand the vibes, but you can feel the wonder of the universe as you paint your lovely pictures. Well something like that. as we have taken an oath not to praise each other, I will stop here.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 16, 2012 at 11:56 PM
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Actually that is on the money for me for we never know what we may leave behind! Grand poem, too! sam 
posted by
sam444
on September 16, 2012 at 10:10 PM
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A simple thing can give so much pleasure if one finds that which is suited to themselves.
posted by
TAPS.
on September 16, 2012 at 9:05 PM
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Kabu
Just keep painting you pretty rocker.
posted by
Justi
on September 16, 2012 at 7:22 PM
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Great poem
i really felt what you were saying and understand. Each rock has it's own vibration
posted by
skye08
on September 16, 2012 at 6:18 PM
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I love that poem!!
posted by
adnohr
on September 16, 2012 at 4:22 PM
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mmmmm i agree with the others....creative people do have more of a sense of what is going on in nature....we can sense it....feel it....take off our shoes and commune with it...love your rocks kabu!
posted by
Annicita
on September 16, 2012 at 3:45 PM
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In a modern world most people pay more attention to text messages and Kendal pages than they do the world around them. It is only the very few, the special folk, like you, who have the ability and patience required to hear what rocks, and earth, and sticks, and stones have to say, things most people walk over without a ounce of feeling...This is why you are loved by so many Kabu...We know that you hear us.
posted by
UtahJay
on September 16, 2012 at 2:51 PM
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Kabuiepie-;)
Hey Rocky, now they can make another movie called "Rocky For Real" I'll be workin' on that and your poem is very explanatory of the depth of your feelings and connection to the earth. Paint on lover.
posted by
WileyJohn
on September 16, 2012 at 2:46 PM
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Kabu
It may not be what they "tell" you as much as what they "give" you in so much enjoyment of painting them. Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder the other day and I will always remember why we a.s.a.p. Thanks again.
posted by
Butterfly-1950
on September 16, 2012 at 2:36 PM
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