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A Poets Lament

This is an old verse of mine, found on a previous draft of the website. Poetry has got me free into a lot of festivals, and a few quid towards spending too and expenses, but so far, little to put into the bank!

There is no money in this art
And though I knew it from the start
I refused to leave my craft
Of which the pen and paper are my medium and tools.
For money not do I write
And for money not I might
For only idiots would provide the sight
Of trying to earn a living by being such fools.

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