Vito Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Vito



A taste of Italian swirling about my mind,
songs being sun by a man named Vito.
An even-toned tenor bringing pleasure into
a drab Wednesday morning.
Picking up spirits with his enthusiasm,
rhythm and voice.
A first time performer here at the center,
we sincerely hope he will return to entertain
us again soon.

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