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My name is Joy, and I love to write. 
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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	 Green Peas at Stake  #454846 added September 14, 2006 at 11:36pm Restrictions: None	 
	The Wrong Train 
	I have no compulsion  
to broadcast the details, but 
"I knew I was going to take the wrong train,  
so I left early," 
inundated by protests 
for missing my drumroll moment. 
Through some ritualistic humbling  
with petty reasons, such as someone  
peeking in on my sappy romance,  
I left that bel canto terrain  
and my front-row seat  
with jackhammer speed  
to shield specific bits from  
the public and to kind of muddle  
my way through my own  
preposterous new plot,  
amid buckets of tears of dismay, 
so, I could survive the grueling race 
between fame and defeat. 
On to the platform I rose as if a newcomer to life, 
although I knew I was taking the wrong train. 
 
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Prompt: for "Poets' Practice Pad"   
Write a poem from any Yogi Berra Quote. 
""I knew I was going to take the wrong train,  
so I left early." 
 
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