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Dec 2013
tumbleweeds are rollingΒ Β all along the plain
rolling once rolling twice then rolling once again
drifting on the wind blowing in the breeze
rolling on for ever these little desert trees
they just never stop roll on wild and free
i suppose for the tumbleweed this is meant to be
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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