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4 Minutes To Boil

From the book of poetry 'Animal Souls' by Michael Fisher

I guess it's cold

But I can't feel it

I know that it's not perfect

I am not looking for perfect

I don't expect too much

And I'm not hoping for instant magic

Those are tricks that are as unique

As we are incapable of deciphering them

I hope to work

And realize its toil

I know

That love takes four minutes to boil

An Epilogue

But it's cool at the beach

I sit on a log and wonder

Nothing too heavy

I just wonder

How long will it be cool

At the beach?

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