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Pride for a milestone memory


We walked around as kings and queens. Proud to be a member of THE Southwood Cowboy Marching Band/ Symphonic Winds. We had pride, walked around with our heads held high. Showing off our windsuits thinking we were fly. We had made our school well known because of our achievements. (If you don't believe me look us up.) Every game day, "I Looove Southwood Band" is what we would yell. As soon as we stepped foot on that field or stage, if we had problems you wouldn't be able to tell. The way we carried ourselves all thanks to him. Our band director who for us he would go out on the limb. I miss it all I miss it so. But I gave it my all and that's what I know. As we once in a while we would say "Once a Cowboy Always a Cowboy". Forever will I bleed orange and blue and remember that who I am today is because of you and will I forever stay true.
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