Age eleven, age eleven,
to be that age must be heaven.
Free to be who you want to be.
Filled with life and energy.
Always excited about who you are.
Happy at home, don't need to roam far.
So many things for you to do.
Don't want to be anyone else but you.
Hope age twelve doesn't come too fast.
Age eleven, I hope you last.
Dedicated to my grandson, Jackson Reizer
Love, Grandma
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