Maggot Number ThreeA Poem by Amanda ReynoldsA poem about hope to a student who nicknamed me :" Maggot Number Three"Maggot
Number Three Even maggot number
three, must have hope, or she or he,
wouldn’t get up to go to work. Wriggling
around in the dark all day, Searching
for some food or decay. Like a tiny
grain of rice without the safety of a husk, The maggot presses
on… And dreams
of metamorphosis. © 2023 Amanda ReynoldsReviews
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StatsAuthorAmanda ReynoldsNew York, NYAbout52 year old Middle School English Teacher (19 years in the beloved Bronx, N.Y.) who loves the arts (in all of it's forms) more..Writing
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