Fellow clarinets practicing hard at Band Camp! You read that right; more to come.
Who said you can never be a kid again?
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- fall pics
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1 comment:
"One time at Band Camp I stuck a flute in my &%#%&)"!
-American Pie
I could NOT resist.
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