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I did not care for her

She cared

I was passive and shy

She dared

Then through her caresses

She fared

All feelings of my weal and woe

She shared

Her tender love, dainty manners, imperious looks

were more than books

As a matter of fact so it was she

Lo it was she

Who raised my ideas, viewpoints, conceptions

and intentions

Moulded my stature and character impressive

and massive

I am what I am owe to her

I bow to her

But alas! God plucked my flower soon

She was a boon

Now I have been feeling a terrific flaw

filled with awe

I don't know what would be my fate

sans a mate

But thanks to the phenomenon of cloning

Thus moaning

I plea for help to the great scientist

to enlist

And book for my betterment cloned sweetheart

to be a part

And parcel of my existence

and subsistence

If Dolly can get through the world

Take my word

What I ask for will be decent

cent per cent