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as i move along to my class

students dont talk to me they move right pass

i go in my class and get my trumpet case

just to sit there and watch mr. running's face

i sit down 3rd from the best

he's name is brain and he is so obessed

with the band teacher mr. running

he think thats he is the king

Mr. running is weird and really tall

to him i am small(duh)

whenever he gets mad he frowns and points at you

then when he points to another spot you have to move

he start talking soon

he wants to yell at this cussing goon

he sits next to me and he always attends

my birthday party cause he is my friend



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