Beatles Forever (The Day John Lennon Died)

By M. L. Liebler

The phone rang and knocked me off the hook! I slowly turned my head and glanced at the clock. Through the darkness, I could make out a red number five in the corner of the room. It had an eerie glow about it. I rolled my head back into the pillow, closed my eyes, and quickly faded into a misty, milky dream. It was 1963, and I was ten-years-old1. All I cared about was making my lip curl more like Elvis’, which I practiced in the

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