It's genetic recognition,
confirming a blood relation,
instant warming to a person
heretofore to you unknown.
Man sends his genes down history,
process called hereditary,
as explained in so many books,
so sire and son may have same looks.
When son does not like his dad look
but with man yonder in a nook,
process that took place, sounds brutal,
many call environmental.
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