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No its not leaves upon the line &#8211; At least not now &#8211; to myself I whine A girls on a &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155,432],"tags":[2354,506,508,509,507],"class_list":["post-309","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-written-at-poets-express","tag-death","tag-death-on-a-train-track","tag-poem-on-death","tag-poem-on-suicide","tag-suicide","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-4Z","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":311,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/a-phonecall-overheard\/","url_meta":{"origin":309,"position":0},"title":"A Phonecall Overheard","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"15th November 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"A double suicide delayed by train back to Dublin after the Poets Express event in 2010. 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