The One Man Band Poem

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He's the one man band, a sight to behold,
With drums on his back, and a guitar bold.
He plays harmonica, and strums his guitar,
With cymbals on his knees, he'll take you far.
With a kick drum and a snare, he sets the beat,
His voice a melody, pure and sweet.
He sings of life, of love, and of pain,
A troubadour, with stories to explain.
He's a walking orchestra, a symphony in one,
With passion in his soul, and songs to be spun.
He dances and he plays, with flair and grace,
A true virtuoso, in a solo space.
He'll make you laugh, with his wit and charm,
And touch your heart, with his music warm.
He'll strum and sing, with all his might,
A one man band, a pure delight.
He roams the streets, with music in the air,
Drawing crowds, who stop and stare.
His artistry, a gift so rare,
A one man band, beyond compare.
So, listen closely, to his melody,
As he plays his heart out, so passionately.
For he's the one man band, a true sensation,
A musical marvel, an inspiration.