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Band Ten Hut

by LintyWeenis

Member since 2004 · Posted 13 Sep 2004 · 5 comments

I step out on to the field. Every eye is on me. Watching. Waiting for me to slip. I won't. Not this time. I march out in perfect step, relishing every ache that jolts my body. It reminds me that I'm here. It reminds me I'm alive. As I come to a halt and put that cold metal to my lips I smile at all the pretty faces.

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[n/a] LintyWeenis 13-Sep-04/7:33 PM Reply
You probably won't get this unless you've been in a Marching Band before. And if you haven't, I hope that this poem helps paint a picture.
[10] Dan garcia-Black 13-Sep-04/11:53 PM Reply
I can't blow horn worth a damn but I understand 'cause I play harp in a blues band.
[3] Bluemonkey 15-Sep-04/11:10 AM Reply
No.
[9] edpeterson 16-Sep-04/9:06 AM Reply
love it
[n/a] Sasha 19-Sep-04/10:24 AM Reply
Wow. Your own self opinion was almost as accurate as the anatomically fitting username you've picked.