I was there once - at yoof.
I was there once.
I was.
Now I’m not.
Bother me?
No and yes...
Or, more correctly, yes and no.
At once I'm jealous.
And yet I’m not.
To be at one with yoof
I would need to be yoof.
I'm not yoof.
So I’m not at one.
Simple, really.
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