Myriam Fallow was really hollow.<\/p>\n
She lived in the town of Creeky Shallow.<\/p>\n
Her wisest thought was not as deep<\/p>\n
as the dried up river, one inch deep.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Her mother sent her to the store<\/p>\n
to buy a present for her sister who snored.<\/p>\n
She said to herself, “Oh, what shall I buy?”<\/em><\/p>\n Then she turned around to Aisle 5.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Aisle 5 was forbidden, this she well knew…<\/p>\n She fought off the impulse as curiousity grew.<\/p>\n She turned instead and walked right by…<\/p>\n …but stopped when something caught her eye.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n She was in a trance, down the aisle walked she…<\/p>\n …until she saw The Thing, and then balked She.<\/p>\n “I can’t…”<\/em> said Myriam, “You’re not a good present.”<\/em><\/p>\n “Who cares?” <\/em>said The Thing,“Your sister can scream. I’ll give her a scare, because YOU wouldn’t DARE!”<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n This last line he shouted<\/p>\n as Myriam doubted.<\/p>\n (It would be so funny~<\/em><\/p>\n To scare her sister Honey…)<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Now, Myriam walked out the door that day.<\/p>\n She started home without delay.<\/p>\n Some saw a Shadow walking behind her.<\/p>\n ~and to this very day, no one can find her…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Myriam Fallow was really hollow. She lived in the town of Creeky Shallow. Her wisest thought was not as deep as the dried up river, one inch deep. Her mother sent her to the store to buy a present for her sister who snored….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":241,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-75170","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75170","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\/241"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75170"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75170\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75335,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75170\/revisions\/75335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75170"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75170"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75170"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}