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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=580939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tuba</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=580939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I was once in a band<br>in school long ago<br>when the Poison was big<br>as their hair<br>When I was a lad<br>I played a Golden Tuba <br>and marched all<br>over the land</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=580939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We played in parks <br>for elderly folks<br>we played in the gym<br>for our parents<br>but mine weren't there</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=580939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We marched in parades<br>and my Tuba shined<br>because I polished it<br>every day and night</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=580939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I was so proud of that <br>Tuba and the sound it <br>produced that I played<br>it at home in my room<br>marching in place<br>like the whole band <br>was there<br>and such pride, such pride<br>until Dad broke it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+W.+McEwers">John W. McEwers</a></strong></div>

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