I love talking with my hands
Teaching others the importance of family
Love to party and drink wine
Awesome sense of humor
Nuts about food
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My dad used to love to recite this poem to us.
Mia Carlotta by T. A. Daly
GIUSEPPE, da barber, ees greata for “mash,”
He gotta da bigga, da blacka mustache,
Good clo’es an’ good styla an’ playnta good cash.
W’enevra Giuseppe ees walk on da street,
Da peopla dey talka, “how nobby! how neat! 5
How softa da handa, how smalla da feet.”
He raisa hees hat an’ he shaka hees curls,
An’ smila weeth teetha so shiny like pearls;
O! many da heart of da seelly young girls
He gotta. 10
Yes, playnta he gotta—
Giuseppe, da barber, he maka da eye,
An’ lika da steam engine puffa an’ sigh, 15
For catcha Carlotta w’en she ees go by.
Carlotta she walka weeth nose in da air,
An’ look through Giuseppe weeth far-away stare,
As eef she no see dere ees som’body dere.
Giuseppe, da barber, he gotta da cash, 20
He gotta da clo’es an’ da bigga mustache,
He gotta da seely young girls for da “mash,”
You bat my life, notta—
Yes. That would be a good description for sure. My cousins are Italian and also extremely generous in every way possible.
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