DNA

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Deoxyribonucleic acid, it’s been called;
The basis of life.
An atom to molecule, and then chains
Of ever-replicating demeanor.
From tiniest pollen to ostrich egg,
From dorky mind to porky dogs.
Dead and alive, but always the same,
The collection of genes; genes that form.
At homologous somes within different alleles,
One chooses to win, but keeps the other.
A life it sees, whether long or short,
And transfers itself to the next eon.
But the game changes, when the differences occur;
When it clashes the one of the Eve.
A daughter of Adam and the mother it shall be called,
But the truth it was and a truth it is,
That she always was a part of DNA.

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