“This Poem Is Not My Own.
This poem is not my own
It belongs to somebody else
Somebody I don’t know,
or maybe somebody I do.
This poem belongs to the first person who thought it
to the first person that dreamt of doing it
somebody that came long before me
This poem has been written in the exact same way
with the same words,
and perhaps the same font.
And maybe that person is me.
There is a chance that this is original
That this is the first time this has been written.
So slim, but still possible.
El primero puede ser en espaƱol
Maybe it was a draft and they changed it
Maybe this poem was something that might have been.
An idea on paper that never made it into existence
But I know that somebody will write this.
Somebody far from now will do as I did
If humanity goes on forever,
and english goes on with it,
then this poem will be copied,
word by word,
by somebody not knowing that it had been done before.
I can barely call this my own.”
-Author Unknown
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