{"id":631,"date":"2013-10-29T21:33:24","date_gmt":"2013-10-29T21:33:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=631"},"modified":"2013-10-29T21:33:24","modified_gmt":"2013-10-29T21:33:24","slug":"three-from-the-attic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=631","title":{"rendered":"Three From the Attic"},"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=631\" action=\"like\" colorscheme=\"light\" layout=\"standard\"  width=\"225px\" size=\"small\"><\/fb:like><\/div><\/div><p><em><strong>Hi Friends. It&#8217;s been a while since I last posted a new writing.<\/strong> I&#8217;m not so sure why nothing new or interesting has popped into my head but I do want you to know that my little blog still exists out here in the darkness that is internet. For this reason, I am reaching again into my archives. What follows is neither deep nor profound. Actually, it&#8217;s pretty silly stuff and is presented merely to coax a smile. For some of you this may be a nostalgic memory; for others, it will be a new reading experience.<\/em>  <strong>Stash<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The Story of Roy (As Was Related, One Night, to a Stranger)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>If you looked closely, then you would swear&#8230;<br \/>\nShe didn&#8217;t have on any underwear.<\/p>\n<p>Her name was Ida Care.<\/p>\n<p>If you wanted to know if something was so&#8230;<br \/>\nShe wasn&#8217;t the one to whom you&#8217;d go.<\/p>\n<p>Her name was Ida Know.<\/p>\n<p>Spoiled rotten, a contrary mama&#8230;<br \/>\nPampered from birth, a real prima donna.<\/p>\n<p>Her name was Ida Wanna.<\/p>\n<p>Three young ladies with the name of Ida.<br \/>\nThey all ate cookies and drank apple cider.<br \/>\nVery different but each did loved Roy&#8230;<br \/>\nHe brought them his ardor; they brought him joy.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve heard of too much of a good thing.<br \/>\nBut who knew the woe that love could bring?<br \/>\nWords and kisses were what thrilled them.<br \/>\nPassion&#8217;s desire was the thing that filled &#8217;em.<\/p>\n<p>As for our Roy&#8230; sadly, that&#8217;s what killed him.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hard to believe&#8230; but this story&#8217;s true.<br \/>\nI swear&#8230; Roy was a boy who I once knew.<\/p>\n<p>Replied the stranger to whom this was told&#8230;<br \/>\n&#8220;You claim this happened but&#8230; I&#8217;m not sold&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;Ida Thinkso.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p> <strong>Stash<\/p>\n<p>The Lady Next Door<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The lady next door swims naked.<br \/>\nHer son charges a dime a peek.<br \/>\nBut it didn&#8217;t cost me nothin&#8217;&#8230;<br \/>\nYou see, I&#8217;m just a big sneak.<\/p>\n<p>     <strong>Stash<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>While Hugs Are Warm<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>While hugs are warm,<br \/>\nWhat really pleases&#8230;<br \/>\nAre life&#8217;s little loving squeezes.<\/p>\n<p>Dream of passion<br \/>\nBut the stir of romance is<br \/>\nFound in its suggestive glances.<\/p>\n<p>Shout of love<br \/>\nBut the warmest glowing<br \/>\nCan be found simply in the knowing.<\/p>\n<p>     <strong>Stash<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hi Friends. It&#8217;s been a while since I last posted a new writing. I&#8217;m not so sure why nothing new or interesting has popped into my head but I do want you to know that my little blog still exists &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=631\">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-631","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/631","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=631"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/631\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":647,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/631\/revisions\/647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=631"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=631"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=631"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}