1: 43 p.m.
Seeing the wonder of a child peek out as a band plays
renditions of melodies alive and vibrant.
Placing memories onto pages of intellect in every child,
growing the seeds of rhythmic music inside their spirits
and souls right now. 1: 44 p.m.
(10/25/14)
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