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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