And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle—… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
“I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle-- And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, and not a sin- gle regret.” — Ronald Everett Capps Copy Share Image
