Once, I used to dream of being free.
Of having the time to be me.
To bury my head in brilliant books
To try cooking food by celebrity cooks
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Looks to me like your time was well spent, really good flow to this it just gathered speed as it went along, a roller coaster of words: -))
oh my this was pretty awesome some stuff was gross... 'eat toenails' eww... but nice poem theres a lot of stuff we all want to do.. and the only thing you cant buy is.... time you only get so much.: D
well that's a l.o.l.'er, too! (actually, I've done most of those things.) Your rhyme is very polished, I don't mean artificial, though. Really good timing, and you have a really original imagination, and a Blessed access to silliness!