Hiding in Plain Sight

Eleven years ago, when I began,
I fretted it would take up too much time
responding to each comment from a fan
(I thought that ere I ever published rhyme).
My daughter laughed – she knew how thin the scan,
reminding me a poem won’t earn a dime,
advising me to post without concern.
There’s freedom in obscurity, I’d learn.

(Ottava Rima)

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