{"id":135166,"date":"2023-09-02T18:33:54","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:33:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135166"},"modified":"2023-09-02T18:33:54","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:33:54","slug":"some-random-thoughts-upon-the-eyes-of-texas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/some-random-thoughts-upon-the-eyes-of-texas\/","title":{"rendered":"Some Random Thoughts Upon &#8220;The Eyes of Texas&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A proud Longhorn stood in a Palo Duro meadow,<br \/>\nfeeling very self-possessed, a very fine fellow.<br \/>\nHaving climbed high, he bellowed out that old time, un-P.C. tune,<br \/>\nthat U.T. grads oft whistle morning, night, and afternoon<br \/>\nas if to declare it matters not what song you sing<br \/>\nif you sing the tune in style and don&#8217;t forget the bling.<br \/>\nFor you&#8217;re sure to offend folks whatever you say,<br \/>\nSo above all sing loud and proud and have a nice day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A proud Longhorn stood in a Palo Duro meadow, feeling very self-possessed, a very fine fellow. Having climbed high, he bellowed out that old time, un-P.C. tune, that U.T. grads oft whistle morning, night, and afternoon as if to declare it matters not what song&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":979,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135166","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135166","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/979"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135166"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135166\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135297,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135166\/revisions\/135297"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135166"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135166"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135166"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}