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Baby Vamps

by Carl Sandburg, 1920

Baby vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
 Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons?
   Baby vamps, do you have jobs in the day time or is this all you do? do you come out only at night?
 In the winter at the skating rinks, in the summer at the roller coaster parks,
 Wherever figure eights are carved, by skates in winter, by roller coasters in summer,
 Wherever the whirligigs are going and chicken spanish and hot dog are sold,
 There you come, giggling baby vamp, there you come with your blue baby eyes, saying:

     Take me along.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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