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Robert W Service - Poor Poet
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`A man should write to please himself,`
          He proudly said.
Well, see his poems on the shelf,
          Dusty, unread.

When he came to my shop each day,
          So peaked and cold,
I`d sneak one of his books away
          And say `twas sold.

And then by chance he looked below,
          And saw a stack
Of his own work,—speechless with woe
          He came not back.

I hate to think he took to drink,
          And passed away;
I have not heard of him a word
          Unto this day.

A man must write to please himself,
          Of all it`s true;
But happy they who spurning pelf—
          Please people too.
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