{"id":379,"date":"2012-02-15T21:49:20","date_gmt":"2012-02-15T21:49:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=379"},"modified":"2012-02-15T21:49:20","modified_gmt":"2012-02-15T21:49:20","slug":"from-the-archives-1991","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=379","title":{"rendered":"From the Archives: 1991"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_left\"><div class=\"fcbkbttn_button\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/facebook-button-plugin\/images\/standard-facebook-ico.png\" alt=\"Fb-Button\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div><div class=\"fcbkbttn_like \"><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=379\" action=\"like\" colorscheme=\"light\" layout=\"standard\"  width=\"225px\" size=\"small\"><\/fb:like><\/div><\/div><p><em><strong>This poem was<\/strong> written about a little girl that I once knew. She&#8217;s now grown to be a fine young woman but I&#8217;m glad to report&#8230; though she&#8217;s a bit taller, a bit older, a bit more mature&#8230; she&#8217;s still the same in many of the ways that really count.<\/em> <\/p>\n<p><strong>For Danielle<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Hi, little flower growin&#8217; in a pot.<br \/>\nI just gotta ask you&#8230;<br \/>\nWhat&#8217;s what?<\/p>\n<p>Hi, little bird sittin&#8217; in a tree.<br \/>\nDo me a favor&#8230;<br \/>\nPlease sing for me.<\/p>\n<p>Hi, tiny cricket crawlin&#8217; on the ground.<br \/>\nI was just wonderin&#8217;&#8230;<br \/>\nWhy do you make that sound?<\/p>\n<p>Hi, summer breeze, blowin&#8217; my hair.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re mussin&#8217; it up&#8230;<br \/>\nBut I don&#8217;t care.<\/p>\n<p>Hi, sun shinin&#8217; high in the sky.<br \/>\nYou look so yummy&#8230;<br \/>\nLike a big lemon pie.<\/p>\n<p>Hi Dad&#8230;. why you slammin&#8217; the door?<br \/>\nOh?! Sure, right away&#8230;<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll get to the chores.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t forget&#8230;<br \/>\nReally.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stash<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This poem was written about a little girl that I once knew. She&#8217;s now grown to be a fine young woman but I&#8217;m glad to report&#8230; though she&#8217;s a bit taller, a bit older, a bit more mature&#8230; she&#8217;s still &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=379\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-379","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=379"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":383,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379\/revisions\/383"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=379"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=379"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=379"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}