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Comments about Jay Funnell
I wake from sleep, lost and alone,
a siren sends shivers down my spine.
I need not worry, I'm still at home.
downstairs I hear my pet dog whine.
In the distance the engines throb.
Mother's shouting "We all must go! ".
Getting out of bed is a real tough job,
the last thing now is reacting slow.
We start to hear the distant thuds,
the bombs are dropping we must run.
Don't worry they're still in the woods
not yet a present from the Hun.
Out of the door and to the shelter,
all is dark, but the ...