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MARCHING BAND MOM

I'm a marching band mom,
I'm very proud of it,
Brass, woodwinds, drummers, and pit.

Counting steps to find their spots,
Keeping time with doctor beat,
Forwards and backwards with their feet.

Learning new sets everyday,
Marking spots with sidewalk chalk,
Helping each other with a talk.

Adding music as they go,
Coordinating timing,
Keep up the playing and marching.

Mastering notes that help playing the tunes,
Mastering body form from head to toe,
Playing and marching makes a lovely show.

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