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Both our aunts were in the A.R.P.,
Initials on tin hats to tell us so.
With heavy, hooded torches, pointing down
To shine a tiny circle just below,
Out they went into the darkened streets.
Going to the outside lav, we鈥檇 see
The lovely 鈥淏omber鈥檚 Moon鈥� our Grandma feared.
She liked the lowering gloomy clouds that we
Found scary. Often, in the booming dark
She鈥檚 take a furtive peek outside and say,
鈥淚ncendiaries! The gasworks gone, I鈥檓 sure.鈥�
We often thought that we would like to play
At firewatching. They let you up on the rooves
With buckets of sand. A seaside in the sky.
But when we asked if there were spades as well
They shook closed faces, wouldn鈥檛 tell us why.

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