Friday, May 11, 2007 That day I was walking, Down the aisle near my home.I was pretty bored,I did not know where to roam.Suddenly I noticed,A glistening in the bush.I pulled something out of it,I broke into a grin.Out came a large and heavy,Strange-looking machine.I took the machine home with me,And invited all my friends.To come and exhibit the gadget,And hear them praise T'was grand.However all i could hear,Were them sayingThat it was sort of queer.Out of the blue,Someone pushed a button.There was a great flash,I did not have a conceptionOf what that had happened.Until I saw two of my friends,Looking exactly the sameFrom top to toe,From skin to bone.Then I realised with horror,That I had made a clone! weige stepped on your garbage at 7:37 AM