Task Impossible

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There is a white pigeon,
atop a maple tree;
Aim, shoot and hit, without
causing an injury.

Fetch some boiling water,
scalding but still cold;
Pluck the bird clean, without
any feather removed.

Pierce a bamboo skewer,
but don't inject its tip;
Grill on medium high, without
emitting any heat.

Wrap with paper towel,
and tie with string of sand;
Let it sail on water,
to ever reach my hand.

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