In my wintery days, I see my Mom, and she has the jazz on. And, in my dreams, I believe that my Dad has his guitar out and playing. And, in all my memories, I see my Grandma has the flute out. And my Grandpa and Uncle played the bass drum. And my Aunt played the tamborine. And Sasha, Maggie, and Mike played the triangle. And, so many people have been in the band. But I got more... this is made from me.
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