Poetry does not pay well the Novel makers get big bucks the playwrights make the dough re me but the poets live for love. They seldom pay a poet for the living they proscribe to others as a bounty off the main. They do not pay big bucks for artists still they starve the poet lives on street and begs for hand to mouth to eat. The price of fame to make it is to sleep a belly full or want not what others fail to ever ascertain. The power of love is in the hearts of two lovers rich or poor. Shared with the one and taken from the other they leave each other to find the tasks to work for often must they thrive the big bucks are needed to be Joneses Johns and Mikes. Pardon moi butt eye do not ever see me paying someone to take my poetry. Publish me for free take 33 percent the first third goes to the Salvation Army Church. The rest is royalty. Someday the ewe and eye complete. We need the money for the Suite eye never want her to ever cry or need for PoetryisFree.
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