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When FDR declared the nation had only fear to fear, But it wasn’t then that acrophobia hit. Thanatophobia. I had never heard the word in my five years, (Just realized this one never uploaded) When FDR declared the nation had only fear to fear, He never had a gun to his head, Ballistaphobia never had a cobra hood opened at his bare legs Ophidiaphobia or strolled past the body of a jumper from…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29377","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29377","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=29377"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29377\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29378,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29377\/revisions\/29378"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29377"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29377"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29377"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHe never had a gun to his head,
\nBallistaphobia<\/em>
\nnever had a cobra hood opened at his bare legs
\nOphidiaphobia<\/em>
\nor strolled past the body of a jumper from a Manhattan 32 story high rise,
\nNecrophobia<\/em>
\nthe thump of the fall nearly lifting my feet off the ground.<\/p>\n
\nNo, it was the carefree days of carnivals and Ferris wheels,
\nFree from regulations and safety straps, not even for seats
\nThat turned upside down with the slow-turning wheel.
\nI was five and my car mates were nine and ten, measurably
\nLarger, taller than I so that the metal bar kept them in as
\nThe wheel spun us upside down and then right side up,
\nMe clutching with all my strength to keep myself inside.<\/p>\n
\nBut I lived my way through it many times since.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"