At Eleven
At eleven,
I have lived a longly short life
I have seen so much
I have experienced to much
I have seen the hobos on the corner of the streets
I have experienced the meaning of love
The meaning of life
The meaning of friendship
All within my short lonesome eleven years
All at eleven
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