{"id":587,"date":"2009-09-27T11:37:01","date_gmt":"2009-09-27T18:37:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=587"},"modified":"2009-09-27T11:37:01","modified_gmt":"2009-09-27T18:37:01","slug":"death-of-a-toy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2009\/death-of-a-toy\/","title":{"rendered":"Death of a Toy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I was driving<br \/>\nUp a long twisty road<br \/>\nGuarded on both sides<br \/>\nBy trees standing tall<br \/>\nThey hunch over the road<br \/>\nCreating a great canopy<br \/>\nAs they try to peer<br \/>\nInto the car\u2019s windows<br \/>\nHidden among them<br \/>\nAre small homes<br \/>\nLike rabbit holes<br \/>\nNestled safely away<br \/>\nIn a bed of evergreen<br \/>\nI drive along<br \/>\nBut something rolls<br \/>\nOut in front of me<br \/>\nA tennis ball<br \/>\nBounced its way toward the road<br \/>\nI thought nothing of it<br \/>\nThen I saw the little boy<br \/>\nHe ran with arms outstretched<br \/>\nEyes on only the ball<br \/>\nJust like daddy told him<br \/>\nHe ran blindly into the road<br \/>\nAfter his renegade ball<br \/>\nRight in front of my car<br \/>\nI slam on the brakes<br \/>\nAnd hear the squeal<br \/>\nOf burning rubber<br \/>\nI push against the wheel<br \/>\nAs I hear the ball<br \/>\nPop under my tire<br \/>\nThe little boy looks up<br \/>\nRight into my eyes<br \/>\nThe car screams<br \/>\nI scream<br \/>\nAnd squeeze my eyes shut<br \/>\nI can hear a mother screaming<br \/>\nWho will never<br \/>\nSee her son grow or succeed<br \/>\nWho had fate snatch away<br \/>\nThe little amount of joy<br \/>\nIn her sad lonely life<br \/>\nBut then I open my eyes<br \/>\nThe ball bounces<br \/>\nIn front of my car<br \/>\nI turn slightly<br \/>\nAnd see that little boy<br \/>\nStanding on the edge<br \/>\nOf the evergreen road<br \/>\nOn the edge of safety and sanity<br \/>\nWatching the death of a toy<br \/>\nI start to cry<br \/>\nAll I can think is<br \/>\nSee how thin the line<br \/>\nIs between me<br \/>\nAnd a murderer<br \/>\nOr is there a difference at all<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was driving Up a long twisty road Guarded on both sides By trees standing tall They hunch over the road Creating a great canopy As they try to peer Into the car\u2019s windows Hidden among them Are small homes Like rabbit holes Nestled safely away In a bed of evergreen I drive along But [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[243,118,245,244,242],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/587"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=587"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/587\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2616,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/587\/revisions\/2616"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=587"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=587"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=587"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}