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voice and cavaquinho by yours truly
written for the 1991 themed concert, May 2018
Preparing the song for the year end musical I could still sing the high notes, she remarked to the class then I was pudgy but I was studying tae kwon do ms. davis was my first black teacher when we misbehaved we copied the dictionary or times tables I'm starting to lose them again that year I started double bass in the orchestra it had a big influence on my life and my character we would run a mile, 4 laps around the school once a year chorus: 1991, you were not so much fun a year of chronic headaches that disappeared mysteriously thereafter 1991, as soon as you were done the graduating class of whitehead elementary, we sang you are the wind beneath my wings but the next years were socially an apocalyptic hellhole thinking back, I don't remember a whole lot that's why I took so many photographs during college some people tell stories about their childhood mine wasn't traumatic but I guess always been slightly ashamed about it (chorus) but the next years were socially ... coda: socially middle school was an apocalyptic hellhole neither math competitions nor youth orchestra could save me the few friends that I still count from that period it was tough love, nerd friendship without too much exterior... warmth (one last chorus) but the next years were not so great
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