The Marching Band Poem by Brie Carter
The Marching Band
Rating: ★5.0
Marching at the football game
Gives me a sence of a unique fame
Peeking for the drummajors beat
Keeps us bound like an elite
Increasing the hours of our drill
Does not make us yearn to thrill
Spending time with the band
Makes the hot days seem grand.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
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4/23/2024 10:19:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
elite and beat........perfect piece.