Band is Family

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       Trumpets, Bass Drums, and Saxes galore, These are just the thing we band kids adore. Dressed in wool uniforms and long black socks, We listen to the metronome as it ticks and it tocks. The pounding of snare heads through the parade, Only stopping briefly to rest in the shade. The yells, the screams, the whistle blows, The feeling of family grows and grows.

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