We receive many things from many ones
Over a period of time and accumulate
Along with things bought and kept in the house.
For some, the source goes out of memory.
The same thing happens when you write a thought
As yours, with its source gone out of memory.
You don't set out to steal things. It happens
And you're an accidental plagiarist.
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