Jesusjellybean

I just found the best poem ever
          
          The sun is scorching,
          The water is gone,
          Directors are yelling,
          But the band plays on.
           
          As they approach the field,
          At the crack of dawn,
          Everyone is tired,
          But the band plays on.
          
          The show is ready,
          Drum major has his/her baton,
          Nerves set in,
          But the band plays on.
          
          Last show of the season,
          Feels like we ran a marathon,
          Every muscle is sore,
          But the band plays on.
          
          The season is over,
          Memories are now foregone,
          Hours of hard work,
          But the band always plays on.
          
          It's concert season!
          Singing past marching songs,
          The legacy continues,
          As the band plays on.

SIDE HOE
          ARE YOU THERE 
          JUST SAYING
          IVE LOST STEFANO

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