Marching Band - Poem by Jen Huan
Marching at the football game
gives me a sense of unique fame.
Peeking for the drum major's beat
keeps us bound like an elite.
Increasing the hours of our drill
does not make us yearn to thrill.
Spending time with the band
makes the hot days seem grand.
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