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Sep. 16th, 2003 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rubahRhapsody of Life
Life goes on as the folder of music,
It starts off impossibly long and thick,
One never knows what song will come nest,
And one almost never plays their best.
People are there to direct you along,
But you decide the end of the song,
Different pages being different tunes,
Different formations fade as a flower blooms.
But suddenly, we return to parade rest,
And can but hope the judges only saw out best,
We know what to do to get the score,
And towards the end, our spirits soar.
To await the judges' dictation,
To make or break our citation,
Of success of the show,
But one thing is simple to know,
Do what you're told and all will be well,
Else, you might find yourself burning in Hell.
Life goes on as the folder of music,
It starts off impossibly long and thick,
One never knows what song will come nest,
And one almost never plays their best.
People are there to direct you along,
But you decide the end of the song,
Different pages being different tunes,
Different formations fade as a flower blooms.
But suddenly, we return to parade rest,
And can but hope the judges only saw out best,
We know what to do to get the score,
And towards the end, our spirits soar.
To await the judges' dictation,
To make or break our citation,
Of success of the show,
But one thing is simple to know,
Do what you're told and all will be well,
Else, you might find yourself burning in Hell.
