Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Charlotte Heaton Straw Loft maiden, let down your golden locks & chintz- draw-down your prince through skylights. Take me in the haymow after lamb's lettuce & lentil porridge. Come morning, we'll press sorghum & rob a honey tree. Next Poem
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