Clarinets
Calling to ours hearts,
Listening to our tears,
Artist and so much more.
Rebels at heart, but friends to all.
Intelligent, and loving
None match their kindness.
Every rest is a hug, and
Their notes are kisses.
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Musicforlife
I am a Music Education and Geology double major. I play saxophone and piano as primary instruments, and can also play a little flute, clarinet, trombone, and banjo. I am also dyslexic, and a little digraphic.
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