366 Poems: August 5th, 2016

Ninety-Eight Band Geeks

One-hundred best friends all march in the field,

one-hundred best friends all march.

One transfers

to the next high school,

so ninety-nine best friends all march in the field.

Ninety-nine best friends all march in the field,

ninety-nine best friends all march.

One decides

band isn’t for them,

so ninety-eight best friends all march in the field.

Ninety-eight best friends all march in the field,

ninety-eight best friends all march…

and that’s it.

Ninety-eight friends

that you’ll have forever.

Ninety-eight million memories

that you’ll never lose.

A euphoria that lasts

for only five minutes,

yet a song that takes over your heart…

Ninety-eight best friends all march in the field.

So tell me, when can I start?

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