{"id":795,"date":"2013-08-19T21:30:05","date_gmt":"2013-08-20T04:30:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=795"},"modified":"2016-05-06T15:42:56","modified_gmt":"2016-05-06T22:42:56","slug":"0819","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/08\/19\/0819\/","title":{"rendered":"0819"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/082013\/0819.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0819<br \/>\nRoad to know where<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday, we decided to roam<br \/>\nNo shortcuts; we took the long way home<br \/>\nCutting north, we journeyed through Ojai<br \/>\nClimbing mountains where the brush was dry<br \/>\nAcross the 166 we flew<br \/>\nPassing both Cuyamas &#8211; old and new<br \/>\nSome people&#8217;s nerves would be unraveled<br \/>\nBut we enjoy the roads less traveled<\/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(\"0819 Road to know where Yesterday, we decided to roam No shortcuts; we took the long way home Cutting north, we journeyed through Ojai Climbing mountains where the brush was dry Across the 166 we flew Passing both Cuyamas - old and new Some people\\'s nerves would be unraveled But we enjoy the roads less traveled\", \"UK English Female\");\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>0819 Road to know where Yesterday, we decided to roam No shortcuts; we took the long way home Cutting north, we journeyed through Ojai Climbing mountains where the brush was dry Across the 166 we flew Passing both Cuyamas &#8211; old and new Some people&#8217;s nerves would be unraveled But we enjoy the roads less &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/08\/19\/0819\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0819<\/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":[45,72,7],"class_list":["post-795","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-automobiles","tag-home","tag-jean"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/795"}],"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=795"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/795\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":796,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/795\/revisions\/796"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=795"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=795"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=795"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}