大象传媒

I stand here gazing into space with misty eyes and mind transfixed
On a night in bygone times
I see myself a very small boy asleep upon a bunk
In a brick built air-raid shelter in a street that was Claypole
As the german pilots overhead decided to shed their load
Four houses in a row were smashed to smithereens
The debris from those houses barricaded up our door
The Air-raid Wardens where quickly on the scene
They broke a hole in the bricks
To make good our escape
My eyes opened briefly I saw my Aunt Marj peering down
But they closed again and I slept on
I awoke again in some mans' arms
As he passed me through the hole
The cold night air had done the trick the din had failed to do
It's incredible all that noise and I had slept right through
There must have been an almighty crash
And then the banging for the hole
But most of all as the debris hit the door
But the answer to this riddle is
I was only four
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