{"id":2686,"date":"2018-03-26T22:18:09","date_gmt":"2018-03-27T05:18:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=2686"},"modified":"2022-01-28T10:10:56","modified_gmt":"2022-01-28T18:10:56","slug":"180326","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2018\/03\/26\/180326\/","title":{"rendered":"180326"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2018\/180326.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>180326<br \/>\nSo long stuff<\/p>\n<p>The time has come, today\u2019s the day<br \/>\nI\u2019ve packed my stuff, it\u2019s gone away<br \/>\nThis empty house, where once was cheer<br \/>\nIs hollow now, without my gear<br \/>\nAs I chill with Brownie and Linc<br \/>\nI think of friends, and raise my drink<br \/>\nTo Sweetie Pea, I love you most<br \/>\nThe sun sets on the Central Coast<\/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(\"180326 So long stuff The time has come, today\u2019s the day I\u2019ve packed my stuff, it\u2019s gone away This empty house, where once was cheer Is hollow now, without my gear As I chill with Brownie and Linc I think of friends, and raise my drink To Sweetie Pea, I love you most The sun sets on the Central Coast\", \"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>180326 So long stuff The time has come, today\u2019s the day I\u2019ve packed my stuff, it\u2019s gone away This empty house, where once was cheer Is hollow now, without my gear As I chill with Brownie and Linc I think of friends, and raise my drink To Sweetie Pea, I love you most The sun &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2018\/03\/26\/180326\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">180326<\/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":[45,40,25,68,72,7,8,100,133,76],"class_list":["post-2686","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-automobiles","tag-brownie","tag-central-coast","tag-drinking","tag-home","tag-jean","tag-linc","tag-moving","tag-sun","tag-time"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2686"}],"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=2686"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2686\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2687,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2686\/revisions\/2687"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2686"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2686"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2686"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}