I can appreciate
A marching band
They make such lovely music
The harmony
Of all the band members
The effort and hardwork
To make a performance go off
Without a hitch
I have to appreciate them
Admire their talent
But it doesn't stop me from not enjoying live performances
All those years
Being dragged to stupid parades
And having to sit through
Multiple marching bands
And screeching firetrucks
Forgive me
If I don't want to go
Sit on some cold metal bleachers
Or join you to watch a parade
Because you want to see a marching band
I'd rather listen to the replay
Than deal with it live
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
