{"id":12,"date":"2014-08-07T23:04:37","date_gmt":"2014-08-07T23:04:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=12"},"modified":"2014-08-08T12:03:26","modified_gmt":"2014-08-08T12:03:26","slug":"what-could-never-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/what-could-never-be\/","title":{"rendered":"What Could Never Be"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><object width=\"540\" height=\"480\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/sAw6cvhJ32Q\"><\/param><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"><\/param><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"><\/param><\/object><\/p>\n<p>In half sleep, half dreaming<br \/>\nDarkness fills the midnight sky<br \/>\nStars twinkle behind the clouds<br \/>\nThat hide them from my eye\u2026<\/p>\n<p>She suddenly comes to mind<br \/>\nThe thought of her brings to my face a smile!<br \/>\nA smile that from my face fades<br \/>\nI think of her a while<\/p>\n<p>I wonder is she happy,<br \/>\nDoes she think of me,<br \/>\nI laugh as at myself I wonder,<br \/>\nAbout what could never be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In half sleep, half dreaming Darkness fills the midnight sky Stars twinkle behind the clouds That hide them from my eye\u2026 She suddenly comes to mind The thought of her brings to my face a smile! 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