RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Doctor's Office - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
In an office full of faces you can get a nervous appetite or suddenly pretend you know what you are doing.
Finding a seat you flop into it, so faces turn to other subjects in the room.
What a funny place to be at rest with such a humor - as in the Doctor's office we all sit and wait for our turn to come next.
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