Marching Band

the crowd cheerng in the stands

football players counting

our uniforms are moist

tension grows between both schools

we will win

we play our school song

motivating our side

we will win

I hit my tennor drums hard

in harmony with the rest

we get pumped

sweat down ou foreheads

salty lips

anticipation grows

1 minue left

its  tie

we will win...

 

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