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Look at your family photographs 
      And, what a big surprise!!!    
You'll see your features looking back
       From family members' eyes.  

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My mother died, my father too.
     My aunts?  Yes, they have gone,
But through the features on my face
      I recall them every one.

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My ancestors were simple folk -
    Not one a king or queen –
Who passed to me a special gift
     In the form of my own genes.

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Each person carries his own set
    Which determine looks and health.
Your parents passed theirs on to you
     And they crept in with stealth.

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Your genes send out the signals 
     That tell blood cells what to do
And it was through these messages
    That you grew into you.

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The way you look, the way you move,
     Your stature and physique, 
Were made this way by your own genes
    And you are quite unique.

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So whatever else your parents did
    To help you grow up strong,
Just thank them for these special gifts
    That serve you all lifelong.

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