{"id":95819,"date":"2021-06-26T18:55:07","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T22:55:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=95819"},"modified":"2021-06-26T19:01:42","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T23:01:42","slug":"long-ago","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/long-ago\/","title":{"rendered":"Long ago"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When I was young, I used to,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I note the obvious differences.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When I was young, I used to,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Lying, thinking,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Some clichty folks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">There are some nights when,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When you see me sitting quietly,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I start no.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It is true,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In my young years I took pride in the fact that luck was called a lady.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">(Source : First line Cento from the poems of <\/span><b>Maya Angelou, <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">source text link : https:\/\/docs.google.com\/document\/d\/1YuEZ2gcTQw9SCJr9Gr7TjxA7FfdhXArD1CHJxVvvrVE\/edit?usp=drivesdk )<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was young, I used to, I note the obvious differences. When I was young, I used to, Lying, thinking, Some clichty folks. There are some nights when, When you see me sitting quietly, I start no. It is true, In my young years&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3648,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95819","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95819","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\/3648"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95819"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95819\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95899,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95819\/revisions\/95899"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95819"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95819"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95819"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}