There Once Was A Dame With A Project

There once was a woman who dangled;
Her comfort zone ever so mangled.
So she shot out the door,
Saying nope, nevermore.
Now she’s feeling a tiny bit jangled.

This sums up the scope of my memoir — or personal mythology — project. Reducing its theme to a limerick (mixed metaphors and all) reminds me not to take myself so seriously.

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