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Mud At Band Camp
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Wierd Where's the sun?
Please come out
Nope, theres no sun
The rain comes
We all run inside
As it pours and pours
Soon to be marching
Out in that field
The sun comes out
Outside we head
To the field
That smells like shit
Literally
Our shoes are soaked
And muddy
It sucked
