Author's Note - Erm. I decided to post of some poetry. Cringe I know I'm not a great poet, but, well, I'd like to work on making nice poetry, I suppose. Anyway, I'm going to post them all in the same "story" as separate chapters. This is the first. It took me a long time to finish. Hope you like it? (Yes, I meant for that to be a question mark.)

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band practice

third row five chairs from

the end wondering what

i am doing here and why i

thought i could invade

on something so lovely

i am not half as good as the rest

of the flutes in my section not deserving

even a third row seat but still

i persist playing along

pretending that i am good

i don’t even like this i loathe music

practice is done and i

shove my flute into it’s box and

put it away

leave the room and wonder

when i’ll quit band

probably never

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Author's Note- So what do you think of it? I'll probably post the next poem sometime this week... maybe Thursday or Friday perhaps? We'll see. (Yes, I'm still working on College Boys. Hopefully that update will come sometime this weekend).