If I want it, it’s mine.
If I give it to you and change my mind later, it’s mine.
If I can take it away from you, it’s mine.
If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine.
If it’s mine, it will never belong to anybody else, no matter what.
If we are building something together, all the pieces are mine.
If it looks just like mine, it’s mine!
Why is it that when I read the Plaintiffs’ Memorandum Regarding What Seized Items Should Be Returned that I thought of this poem about two-year-old children? Read it and you’ll know the answer.
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