RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Conversation With A Cab Driver - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Riding in a yellow cab on the way to an appointment,
the driver talked knowledgeably about Italy being
ruled by the Moors back when.
Thinking Shawiak was a German name when in fact it's
Saying he thought it was German because of the w -
seeming like it was a double u instead.
A very nice gentleman from New York focused on
nationalities of all types to keep his mind moving and
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