{"id":1837,"date":"2015-08-10T11:26:23","date_gmt":"2015-08-10T18:26:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=1837"},"modified":"2017-09-06T15:22:28","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T22:22:28","slug":"150810","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2015\/08\/10\/150810\/","title":{"rendered":"150810"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2015\/150810.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>150810<br \/>\n8\/8 was great!<\/p>\n<p>The car was packed, we got some gas<br \/>\nA long four hour drive<br \/>\nReunion for my high school class<br \/>\nFrom 1985<br \/>\nThe year before and after too<br \/>\nCoyotes on the prowl<br \/>\nWe didn&#8217;t sing awoo-awoo<br \/>\nOr give our mighty howl<br \/>\nI missed the ones that were not there<br \/>\nAnd even some that were<br \/>\nThe bully jock that&#8217;s losing hair<br \/>\nI talked with him for sure<br \/>\nThe pretty girls are women now<br \/>\nThe boys are full grown men<br \/>\nWe had some drinks and ate some chow<br \/>\nWe spoke of now and then<br \/>\nThe best part of the night for me<br \/>\nJohn Hufferd was there too<br \/>\nHe means a lot to so many<br \/>\nTo him we say thank you!<br \/>\nLike all good things it had to end<br \/>\nI looked back through the door<br \/>\nMy real life pal or facebook friend<br \/>\nLet&#8217;s not wait thirty more<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"150810 8\/8 was great! The car was packed, we got some gas A long four hour drive Reunion for my high school class From 1985 The year before and after too Coyotes on the prowl We didn\\'t sing awoo-awoo Or give our mighty howl I missed the ones that were not there And even some that were The bully jock that\\'s losing hair I talked with him for sure The pretty girls are women now The boys are full grown men We had some drinks and ate some chow We spoke of now and then The best part of the night for me John Hufferd was there too He means a lot to so many To him we say thank you! Like all good things it had to end I looked back through the door My real life pal or facebook friend Let\\'s not wait thirty more\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>150810 8\/8 was great! The car was packed, we got some gas A long four hour drive Reunion for my high school class From 1985 The year before and after too Coyotes on the prowl We didn&#8217;t sing awoo-awoo Or give our mighty howl I missed the ones that were not there And even some &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2015\/08\/10\/150810\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">150810<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[45,96,68,53,37],"class_list":["post-1837","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-automobiles","tag-door","tag-drinking","tag-food","tag-friends"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1837"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1839,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837\/revisions\/1839"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}