Eleven is the age of my little sister
Eleven is the number of years we have been
living in my house
Eleven leaves flying.flying past my window
Eleven tennis balls made it over the net
Eleven pages ready
In Eleven minutes
Eleven ladies chatting,
At Eleven o’clock
Eleven children playing;,
Eleven children crying,
As Eleven soldiers march, march off to war
Eleven broken hearts weeping.
By Lydia Drown
Tripp Middle School
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