{"id":4492,"date":"2022-07-29T07:50:25","date_gmt":"2022-07-29T14:50:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4492"},"modified":"2022-07-29T07:50:25","modified_gmt":"2022-07-29T14:50:25","slug":"220729","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/07\/29\/220729\/","title":{"rendered":"220729"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2022\/220729.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>220729<br \/>\nThe long and winding road<\/p>\n<p>I thought it would last forever<br \/>\nBut then came the worst day ever<br \/>\nThat happened five years ago now<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;ve made it this far somehow<br \/>\nSince life&#8217;s a trip and not a race<br \/>\nI took my stuff to a new place<br \/>\nAnd I brought Linc and Brownie too<br \/>\nAs time has passed, I&#8217;m not so blue<br \/>\nI&#8217;m sometimes red and sometimes green<br \/>\nThe colors change, know what I mean?<br \/>\nThere are more ups and fewer downs<br \/>\nI&#8217;m mostly better than this sounds<br \/>\nBut days like this can hurt the most<br \/>\nAnd good humor becomes morose<br \/>\nI still think that love was cheated<br \/>\nMy forever&#8217;s not completed<\/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(\"220729 The long and winding road I thought it would last forever But then came the worst day ever That happened five years ago now And I\\'ve made it this far somehow Since life\\'s a trip and not a race I took my stuff to a new place And I brought Linc and Brownie too As time has passed, I\\'m not so blue I\\'m sometimes red and sometimes green The colors change, know what I mean? There are more ups and fewer downs I\\'m mostly better than this sounds But days like this can hurt the most And good humor becomes morose I still think that love was cheated My forever\\'s not completed\", \"US 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>220729 The long and winding road I thought it would last forever But then came the worst day ever That happened five years ago now And I&#8217;ve made it this far somehow Since life&#8217;s a trip and not a race I took my stuff to a new place And I brought Linc and Brownie too &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/07\/29\/220729\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">220729<\/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":[40,47,90,7,8,77,94,76],"class_list":["post-4492","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-brownie","tag-calendars","tag-colors","tag-jean","tag-linc","tag-love","tag-numbers","tag-time"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4492"}],"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=4492"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4492\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4493,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4492\/revisions\/4493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4492"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4492"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4492"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}