{"id":3311,"date":"2016-12-05T05:23:01","date_gmt":"2016-12-05T05:23:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=3311"},"modified":"2016-12-05T05:36:11","modified_gmt":"2016-12-05T05:36:11","slug":"some-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/some-man\/","title":{"rendered":"Some Man"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Your some man”
\n~ Joe<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"The<\/a>
The late Joe T – a life fully lived… that was some Clyde Navigation as he would say himself!!!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

“Your some man!”, that was his phrase
\nA catch all that could mean anything:
\nBe it that you are, or maybe are a fool!!!
\nTo the mind his memory that phrase’ll bring…<\/p>\n

A character, the truth be told
\nAlways with a quip and story to tell
\nA tad risque, made more so for the prudish
\nA touch of divilment and mischief as well.<\/p>\n

Always happy when on the road
\nTo drive to him it was to play
\nWe walked with him the final road
\nAs death in its time took him away.<\/p>\n

Rests among ours with with his wife Nell
\nThey lie together as their life they began
\nAs yarns we tell of his stunts pulled we say
\nThat was some Clyde Navigation Joe… you were some man!<\/p>\n

\"Photo<\/a>
Photo of us in Portumna with Da next to me and Joe<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“Your some man” ~ Joe “Your some man!”, that was his phrase A catch all that could mean anything: Be it that you are, or maybe are a fool!!! To the mind his memory that phrase’ll bring… A character, the truth be told Always with a quip and story to …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[155,22,308],"tags":[2354,3320,3321],"class_list":["post-3311","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-family-stories","category-obituaries","tag-death","tag-family-members","tag-obituaries","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Rp","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1040,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/breaching-the-veil\/","url_meta":{"origin":3311,"position":0},"title":"Breaching the Veil","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"3rd October 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Death creeps like a shadow and darkens our lives... 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