Carl Sandburg Baby Poems

1.
Baby Face

White moon comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.
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2.
Baby Toes

There is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years’ ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
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3.
Baby Vamps

Baby vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons?
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