I might not be good, but I still like trying.

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The heat, the sun, the humidity

Flute, 6ft poles and bass drums banging my summer days

My summer ended early but that's okay

I'd rather learn rythms and tosses than sit at home 

Bruises, headaches and long school days

So what if you're hurt? 

GO MARCH ANYWAY! 

Smie your heart heart, left-right-left-right.

Keep you breast-box to the press-box,

Your head held high.

Colorguard and first row flute, 2015.

My life is exactly as it should be. 

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