My Take
DiVoran Lites

I danced once to a fiddle.
Bill smiled, the fiddle-man played.
I stepped and swirled in a picnic pavilion
No one else in the park
No one said a word
One fine day.
My Take
DiVoran Lites

I danced once to a fiddle.
Bill smiled, the fiddle-man played.
I stepped and swirled in a picnic pavilion
No one else in the park
No one said a word
One fine day.
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