When you know,
You just know.
That's what
So many people say.
But I'm not you
I'm me
How will I know
when I am ready?
Where is the life timer
that goes
DING!
And tells me
When the juices
have run clear?
Is there really no pop up thermometer
Signaling me to remove myself
from the oven?
Must I really take this risk?
Of not being done as yet?
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