A sudden ding
As my eyes glaze over
Where am I now
And what was I doing
The answer is found
As the water boils over
I race to the pot
And stir the rice in
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A Life in Poems 
Lol I decide how cook my rice is, or what phase it is in, in the cooking process, by smelling the atmosphere
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