{"id":2694,"date":"2018-04-04T23:43:53","date_gmt":"2018-04-05T06:43:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=2694"},"modified":"2018-04-04T23:43:53","modified_gmt":"2018-04-05T06:43:53","slug":"180404","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2018\/04\/04\/180404\/","title":{"rendered":"180404"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2018\/180404.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>180404<br \/>\nI left at 4:20<\/p>\n<p>This house is full of memories<br \/>\nOf sugar poohs and sweetie peas<br \/>\nThe good times far outweigh the bad<br \/>\nBut lately all I\u2019ve felt is sad<br \/>\nThe things are gone, the walls are bare<br \/>\nAnd melancholy fills the air<br \/>\nI turn the key and lock the door<br \/>\nI won\u2019t be going back no 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(\"180404 I left at 4:20 This house is full of memories Of sugar poohs and sweetie peas The good times far outweigh the bad But lately all I\u2019ve felt is sad The things are gone, the walls are bare And melancholy fills the air I turn the key and lock the door I won\u2019t be going back no 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>180404 I left at 4:20 This house is full of memories Of sugar poohs and sweetie peas The good times far outweigh the bad But lately all I\u2019ve felt is sad The things are gone, the walls are bare And melancholy fills the air I turn the key and lock the door I won\u2019t be &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2018\/04\/04\/180404\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">180404<\/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":[25,72,7,100],"class_list":["post-2694","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-central-coast","tag-home","tag-jean","tag-moving"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2694"}],"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=2694"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2694\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2695,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2694\/revisions\/2695"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2694"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2694"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2694"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}