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Grandpa's Fiddle

To my grandpa's fiddle We had a ball. Dancing a jigg To "Turkey In The Straw." Then to Daddy's guitar Threw the year's he'd play. Country tunes from the heart. We would sing and dance all day. Our brother's electric strings. With amp's turned sky hi. Rock-n-Roll to Christian music Always turning on our HiFi's. My son's and nephew's And cousin's galore! Strum the strings to the song's Proclaiming Love and War. From Grandpa's Fiddle To my Honer guitar. We'll turn Poetry to Music Till we all become stars.

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Date: 3/9/2011 6:48:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through round one of PoetrySoup's contest. The best to you in the finals MAF. Love Carol
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Date: 2/1/2011 3:44:00 PM
Thanks for a great review Dave. The good ol' days hold memories alike. Turkey in the Straw we danced with delight... keep safe and warm, another snow and ice storm .MAF
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Date: 2/1/2011 3:06:00 PM
Congrats on the selection. Good old tune. This reminds me of my dad's old black violin. It wasn't varnished black; it was black from the boys takin' it to the field and playin it during lunch break. Turkey in the Straw? Well I guess! Dave
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Date: 8/29/2010 1:35:00 PM
love it and thank you for touching comments i myself am someones wayward son...sorry too tough to cry about it...call me a fool
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