man-oh-man, it's a sunny day in burlington and here comes the didgeridoo man with a funny black bird on his shoulder and a carved wooden mask on his face. too cool. he picks a fine spot on pedestrians-only church street and then settles in to play on the long, hollowed out branch, entertaining a large, appreciative crowd of on-lookers. there are a lot of women, youngish and middle age-ish, standing around loving his music and—let's be honest ladies—loving his fine muscles, too. he's good, tapping that rhythm box, shaking that tambourine and blowing that australian aboriginal horn, all together pouring out some of the fantastic sounds of summer.
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