Roof

 

I stood on the roof singing.

Now I’m a bird, or I have a bird,
Or a little bird told me something,
Or I read about Chelsea Night on the roof,
Or I found a leak in my life, in the roof,
Or someone was killed when he fell off the roof,
Or it came in through a hatch in the roof,
Or the church lost its roof in the war,
Or something stuck to the roof of my mouth,
Or we made a spire by splitting the roof,
Or (memory of reading something grim!)
There were flowers that bloomed in the attic.

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