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.
Bilbea
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: city, home, house, night, sick, sorry, place, write, saturday, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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