Poem: Georgian Devil Aftermath

What do you do with a golden fiddle?
Does it sit in the attic?
Do you put it on display?
Do you sell it for another man to play?
Do you melt it down,
And pass the pieces around?
What kind of fire,
Does the devils fiddle require,
To be broken down?
What do you do with a golden fiddle?
Well Johnny tell me,
Did you really make a deal?
Was the price just right,
Or did the devil really get its steal?

Editors Note: I had a fun time making this poetic response to the song The Devil Went Down to Georgia. Please enjoy!

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