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For 40¢ I would buy something!
Trouble is, 40¢ is all I've got.
Funny how I ain't getting rich with this poetry stuff.
I do it for love, I guess,
Or out of compulsion —
Or maybe both.
I'm compelled to write my poems; I have no choice.
And I love doing it —
I'd write poetry even without the necessity.
Am I compelled to love it,
Or do I love this compulsion?
I sure wish I knew —
Then I'd know why I come down here with just 40¢
and a pocketful of poems.
