{"id":138573,"date":"2023-09-02T23:16:22","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T03:16:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=138573"},"modified":"2023-09-03T10:00:50","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T14:00:50","slug":"dead-soldiers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/dead-soldiers\/","title":{"rendered":"Dead soldiers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>They say you can&#8217;t ever be free. It&#8217;s the lyrics to a dead soldiers song. First time I ever heard them sing it was a song called &#8220;it all goes black&#8221; they saved the best for last. The grand finale was meant to be, here we are dancing free. Isn&#8217;t it ironic how we end up exactly in the perfect place at the perfect time with the perfect people? There&#8217;s the moon looking down on my sparkling dance. Music is truly the great escape. Listen to it all goes black by dead soldiers. And support live music please. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They say you can&#8217;t ever be free. It&#8217;s the lyrics to a dead soldiers song. First time I ever heard them sing it was a song called &#8220;it all goes black&#8221; they saved the best for last. The grand finale was meant to be, here&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1271,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-138573","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138573","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\/1271"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=138573"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138573\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":144118,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138573\/revisions\/144118"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138573"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138573"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138573"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}