I know just what it is like to be the
new hand,
To fall not just for, but all over the
old trick, to land
In a pool of derision, which asks “how
could you fall?”
But what matter's the trick's age? I
was younger than them all!
I remember this clearly, though it were
long ago,
But you and I are here now, and that
trick I now know.
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