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Jul 2014
I know we won't have time to drink
We'll have to continue to play
Standing up for hours on end
Throughout a sweltering day
But this is the life of a marching band
At least during band camp
Playing in humid heat
Or during rain when it's damp
Clutching to an instrument
Eager to hit set
But the drum major is taking forever
So they won't call it yet
But we will stand in waiting
Until we hear the chime
That it is time to start
Practicing for halftime.
Sadly, I will not be doing marching band this year.  I'm gonna miss band camp.
Written by
Emma Chatonoir
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