ameliaduprey VT YWP Alumni Posts Poetry By ameliaduprey In the fish tank Being new gets old like cake frosting left in the fridge for too long. First it’s fun, snow on the ground in April, blue and squeaky school floors. A clean, clean room with a big window and all my boxes. Poetry By ameliaduprey My Name My Name
Poetry By ameliaduprey In the fish tank Being new gets old like cake frosting left in the fridge for too long. First it’s fun, snow on the ground in April, blue and squeaky school floors. A clean, clean room with a big window and all my boxes.