Fabulously Smothered
Perfect.
It wasn't there to show anyone...
She knew.
It wasn't there to be shown,
She had a hint it had existed.
And many waiting for an expression,
Of it to be seen...
Didn't see a clue of it from her.
Or him!
Or anyone appearing in...
This dare to be different contest.
It is as if the concept of it appalled.
What a feast...
For anyone condoning cloning.
Totally absent of individual identity.
As if they had none at all.
Fabulously smothered,
Is a detected thought process.
So incredibly brilliant has been the conditioning.
What a magnificent display to witness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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