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I was riding a train through the desert once and saw a Tumbleweed dancing on the wind...

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Musicman · 61-69, M

As the music man stepped off the tour bus he stopped to glance at the tumble weed blowing across the parking lot. Then he walked into the stadium. Time to get ready for tonights concert. 😎🎸🎸🎸