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Year 9 Arts Festival
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Absolutely Anything The days of sweat and training,
To make a mark before we leave,
The beat rolling around in our heads,
Sundorne gave us the time, now they recieve.
Our talents rolled into one,
As the performance takes place,
Hyperactive butterflies disappear,
As stage fright is slapped in the face.
As the drums and shakers were playing,
We danced around the stage,
My arse was let off its leash,
As bodies were in an excited rage.
All the arguments and hatred gone,
As we worked together for this,
Giving lower years the example,
That this year 9 takes the piss.
Tomorrow comes the leftover excitement,
And the after effects of the show,
Don't get me to hand in homework,
Please, I so don't wanna know.
Haha...thankyou Sundorne!
