Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		S. R. Compton Untitled I walked in the forest. I heard the murmur of its voices. They were asking an ancient riddle. What has a bed but does not sleep? What has a mouth but does not speak? Its answer ran beside me, singing. Next Poem
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