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I Am Too Old But Yet Not Eleven

One two Won’t not put on The black shoe Two three Won’t eat fast food Even it is for free Three four I never forget To shut the door Four five For the best I always strive Five six Only with good people I mix Six seven I am too told But yet not eleven Seven eight I have no one And no time to hate Eight nine For me till date Everything gone fine Nine ten See you all soon Good-bye until then.

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