{"id":2476,"date":"2017-09-16T01:01:56","date_gmt":"2017-09-16T08:01:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=2476"},"modified":"2019-04-05T09:07:37","modified_gmt":"2019-04-05T16:07:37","slug":"170916","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2017\/09\/16\/170916\/","title":{"rendered":"170916"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2017\/170916.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>170916<br \/>\nIs a dream a lie if it don&#8217;t come true?<\/p>\n<p>I dreamed of Jean again last night<br \/>\nHer beaming smile so big and bright<br \/>\nHer pretty face, her curly hair<br \/>\nThose eyes that loved without a care<br \/>\nIt was as if she was still here<br \/>\nThen I awoke and shed a tear<br \/>\nThis happens every single day<br \/>\nI hope it never goes away<\/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(\"170916 Is a dream a lie if it don\\'t come true? I dreamed of Jean again last night Her beaming smile so big and bright Her pretty face, her curly hair Those eyes that loved without a care It was as if she was still here Then I awoke and shed a tear This happens every single day I hope it never goes away\", \"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>170916 Is a dream a lie if it don&#8217;t come true? I dreamed of Jean again last night Her beaming smile so big and bright Her pretty face, her curly hair Those eyes that loved without a care It was as if she was still here Then I awoke and shed a tear This happens &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2017\/09\/16\/170916\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">170916<\/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":[46,84,7,109],"class_list":["post-2476","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-bed","tag-hair","tag-jean","tag-thought"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2476"}],"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=2476"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2476\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2478,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2476\/revisions\/2478"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2476"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2476"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2476"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}