RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Playing Pool At the Center
Walking around the pool table, concentrating, figuring out his moves ahead of time.
Holding humor in as he aims his pool stick and shoots one ball after another into pockets around the table.
Laughter spilling out when remarks are directed towards him and he finds them funny.
On the whole, a happy, laid back gentleman who's very good at his game.
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