Clones

“Aunt Marge” I saw in Baptist church,
And “Roy” at Calling Lakes,
Then “James” I saw at Mission Fest,
Quick look, then double takes.

I hear a clone of me as well
Walks in this city fair;
A weird resemblance flows around
I shoot – and then compare –

My picture to the person “seen”
Within my mental sight;
Of course, those people stand alone
And walk their path aright.

But as I see such clones around,
Past people come to mind,
I say a little prayer for them,
For them, their kith and kind.

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