The Summer Of 69
Hot dogs sizzle in cheap frying pans. The Victorian houses loom over the tarmac streets. Young babies whinge in the comfort of prams. Birds tweet happily, singing a soothing melody. Square cars roar quietly in the quick traffic during the afternoon. The occasional planes soar over me like a bird as I watch in wonder. Ducks squawk on the circular ponds. The sun beams over the whole incredible city. As it knew now is the summer of 69. What I didn’t know was that an invisible alien is standing behind me! That is when the darkness came…
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