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Clone

Three cows eggs and a corpse for parents.

A doting woman for a foster mum.

They say I'm the same as my dead daddy,

who lives on now through me and the cow.

 

They are wrong about that.

The thing they are missing, is

fixing my genes

didn't set who I am.

 

The mum who has nursed me

gave no DNA,

but the love that she brought

went a very long way.

Making me me and not he.

 

Thank you kind cows.

You are parents I'm proud of.

All praise to dear mother,

but Dad I'm not sure

 

You didn't want me.

It was you you were seeking.

Another long life

from a cell you bequeathed.

 

I am that cell

through a womb kindly given.

Three sweet parent cows,

and a life all my own.

 

I'll have kids with a wife,

and die when my time comes.

You have died too!

You don't live through me.

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