and the clone
is left behind
by its master mind
lingering
remaining
still within our midst  
of the duplicator's hand
this dial doth make
its presence known
of image sweet
it conveys
as if were worthy of praise
yet the eye shall not be duped
into thinking such a thought
of the copyist's cleverness
we'll not buy
ever the mind is trained
on that resident clone
who walks freely
along this our lane