{"id":4668,"date":"2014-08-24T19:43:45","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T23:43:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=4668"},"modified":"2014-08-24T19:43:45","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T23:43:45","slug":"hour-10-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/hour-10-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 10"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>** She&#8217;s a beauty **<\/p>\n<p>Shelby, you&#8217;re so beautiful.<br \/>\nI see so many pictures of her.<br \/>\nI am almost cry at how beautiful she is.<br \/>\nI just want to go over and hug her.<br \/>\nI want to go over there and open her heart up,<br \/>\nto see what&#8217;s inside.<br \/>\nTo see if her heart is as more beautiful than her cover.<br \/>\nI open her up slowly not wanting to hurt her.<br \/>\nI hope she knows I&#8217;m not like all those other ones who have,<br \/>\nopen her up, she letting them in, and then leave.<br \/>\nI tell her she&#8217;s never leaving my sight.<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s just too beautiful for that.<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s the love of my life. <\/p>\n<p>Now, she is a 1967 Shelby Mustang, GT 500.<br \/>\nI have so many pictures of her from the original owner.<br \/>\nI am almost cry at how beautiful she is.<br \/>\nI just want to go over and hug her.<br \/>\nI want to go over there and open her heart up,<br \/>\nto see what&#8217;s inside of the hood.<br \/>\nTo see if her engine is as more beautiful than her cover.<br \/>\nI open her up slowly not wanting to hurt her.<br \/>\nI hope she knows I&#8217;m not like all those other ones who have,<br \/>\nopen her hood, she letting them in, take a drive, and then leave.<br \/>\nI tell her she&#8217;s never leaving my sight.<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s just too beautiful for that.<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s the love of my life.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m a girl, and so is Shelby.<br \/>\nShelby, is so beautiful.<\/p>\n<p>~April Sue Kraniak ~ <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>** She&#8217;s a beauty ** Shelby, you&#8217;re so beautiful. I see so many pictures of her. I am almost cry at how beautiful she is. I just want to go over and hug her. I want to go over there and open her heart up,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4668","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4668","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\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4668"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4668\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4669,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4668\/revisions\/4669"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4668"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4668"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4668"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}