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THEY'VE RETURNED! ** #967947 Not An Image ** The marching band of yesterday continues with pride to play - as Sousa's marches fill the air, and ghostly trumpets loudly blare! Their spirits still live on and so, in proud uniform from head to toe, down the street they march serene - not knowing that they can't be seen! Onlookers can't believe their eyes, the cameras click and I surmise that when developed, they will see a glimpse of unearthly revelry! Back in Heaven, the marching band can't stop laughing at the demand for another parade, another show; what fun they had way down below! They've returned, but not for long, to play once more a marching song... Just one more time "Hail To The Chief!" as the President faints in disbelief! Countrymom 5/6/07
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