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Carl Sandburg

Bilbea

(From tablet writing, Babylonian excavations of 4th millennium B.C.)

BILBEA, I was in Babylon on Saturday night.  
I saw nothing of you anywhere.  
I was at the old place and the other girls were there, but no Bilbea.  
 
Have you gone to another house? or city?  
Why don’t you write?        
I was sorry. I walked home half-sick.  
 
Tell me how it goes.  
Send me some kind of a letter.  
And take care of yourself.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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