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Poetry, for me at least, should not be a thing of profit; after all, it's just toying with words, rather like slinging paint at a canvas and calling it art.  Certainly there are those who are skilled enough and work hard enough at it to deserve remuneration - Ogdan Nash comes to mind, and if you give me enough time, perhaps one other somewhere. 
I'll try to remember another such name, and soon!
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