Roses

Roses are like me

Bold

Yet quiet

But roses are definitely not like Wyatt

He stomps

And seizes

And breaks

And he never ever covers his sneezes

Roses are like me

Bold

Yet quiet

But roses are definitely not like Wyatt


P.S. I know there is a Wyatt in my school

If you're reading this

This Wyatt is not you

 
M

Ms. Gormly

VT

YWP Instructor

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