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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  #546090 added November 1, 2007 at 11:27pm Restrictions: None	 
	Fortune Cookie 
	Well beyond being 
spring chickens, 
my friend and I 
reinvent ourselves 
in a Chinese Restaurant, 
opening up secrets, 
as we talk of  
torn away, defamed loves. 
I fear the grey plate, 
and united like sisters 
playing the fool, 
the chopsticks 
are out to get me. 
Then, the fortune cookie 
clenched in my hand 
crumbles like an obscene gesture. 
“Make someone else happy.” 
The words shake like dice, 
as I pause to sip diet Coke,  
mulling over the speech 
of our food. 
 
 
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