IreneCunningham

I’ve lived with quality and quantity

Roamed the streets of Fate

Ever the optimist

No holds barred.

Extra sensory perception

Chased me down

Unchartered paths

Neither bad

Nor wholesome.

I splashed with enthusiasm

Nerveless

Glowing in the light of chance

Healing every hurt

Accepting pain.

Memories are made of this.

The End

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