{"id":34775,"date":"2017-08-05T14:20:09","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:20:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34775"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:24:41","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:24:41","slug":"a-lesson-learned","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/a-lesson-learned\/","title":{"rendered":"A Lesson Learned"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the old church,<br \/>\non the hard, dark pews,<br \/>\nit grew hot and hotter<br \/>\nthrough the stained glass.<\/p>\n<p>My little jacket was deep blue<br \/>\nwith four buttons and two pockets.<br \/>\nOne without a single hole. Wads of gum<br \/>\nstuck under the seat, some stickier<br \/>\nthan others. My fingers soon smelled<br \/>\nlusciously of peppermint, clove, and spearmint.<\/p>\n<p>And then came the sin, of course.<br \/>\nWho could resist? That devil.<br \/>\nLittle kids can do things like this.<br \/>\nChewing other people\u2019s gum<br \/>\nwithout remorse. Savoring the flavors.<br \/>\nThe understanding that, yes, it\u2019s true<br \/>\nthat gum keeps its flavor<br \/>\nwhen put on the bedpost overnight.<br \/>\nEven someone else\u2019s gum.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the old church, on the hard, dark pews, it grew hot and hotter through the stained glass. My little jacket was deep blue with four buttons and two pockets. One without a single hole. Wads of gum stuck under the seat, some stickier than&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":972,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34775","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34775","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\/972"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34775"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34775\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34805,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34775\/revisions\/34805"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34775"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34775"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34775"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}