{"id":76202,"date":"2020-06-28T08:00:20","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T12:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=76202"},"modified":"2020-06-28T13:13:31","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T17:13:31","slug":"life-of-stacy-my-imaginary-friend-poem-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/life-of-stacy-my-imaginary-friend-poem-23\/","title":{"rendered":"Life of Stacy my imaginary Friend (Poem #23)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Stacy is a teenager she makes all teenagers feel comfortable<br \/>\nHer style and flow is cool<br \/>\nNever being a snob is just not her style<br \/>\nStacy is full of gratitude joy and endless adventures and excitement <\/p>\n<p>Stacy loves to go to the beach<br \/>\nShe loves the sun sand and trees<br \/>\nStacy is a nature lover<br \/>\nHer demeanor is one of a great character<br \/>\nShe enjoys the company of her friends <\/p>\n<p>Stacy can be smart mouth from time to time<br \/>\nShe lives in a purple gated community<br \/>\nHer dreams and aspirations are to become<br \/>\nAn inspiration and a good leader to all<br \/>\nTeens she come in contact with <\/p>\n<p>Habble skirt and punky bruster socks<br \/>\nI sure you know which era she came from<br \/>\nDice board game, jaks and hop scotch<br \/>\nAre games she would play most of her spear time the songs she listened<br \/>\nwere off the charts cris cross will make you jump jump,<br \/>\nComo la flor made her day <\/p>\n<p>Last but not least she played the video game called Mario brothers<br \/>\nguess if your reading this you can never guess<br \/>\nWho Stacy really is because you never met Stacy before.<\/p>\n<p>All rights reserved copyrighted(c)2020 Roxann A Harvey-Lawrence<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stacy is a teenager she makes all teenagers feel comfortable Her style and flow is cool Never being a snob is just not her style Stacy is full of gratitude joy and endless adventures and excitement Stacy loves to go to the beach She loves&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":105,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-76202","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76202","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\/105"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=76202"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76202\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":76920,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76202\/revisions\/76920"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=76202"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=76202"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=76202"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}