Bilbea

 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.

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