{"id":511,"date":"2013-09-06T21:20:04","date_gmt":"2013-09-06T21:20:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=511"},"modified":"2014-09-06T21:42:44","modified_gmt":"2014-09-06T21:42:44","slug":"an-endangered-species","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/an-endangered-species\/","title":{"rendered":"An Endangered Species"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KisXpukA0RM?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-GB&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Once upon a time a phonebox<br \/>\nIn the days when I was young<br \/>\nWas the height of technology<br \/>\nAnd from where taxis were rung<br \/>\nOr worried mammys and daddies<br \/>\nBy youth out upon the town<br \/>\nA little palace from the rain<br \/>\nA place of universal renown&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>A place of advertisement<br \/>\nThat would be well known all right<br \/>\nFrom Get rich quick schemes to taxi numbers<br \/>\nTo numbers of ladies of the night<br \/>\nBut mobile phones have killed them off<br \/>\nThose phone boxes once so grand<br \/>\nNow the phone is in our pocket<br \/>\nAnd few kiosks today stand&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s nothing left of the olden days<br \/>\nTheir worth we don&#8217;t realise<br \/>\nEven the gurriers among the youth<br \/>\nWont have them to vandalise!!! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time a phonebox In the days when I was young Was the height of technology And from where taxis were rung Or worried mammys and daddies By youth out upon the town A little palace from the rain A place of universal renown&#8230; A place of advertisement &#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":[217],"tags":[755,65,677,756],"class_list":["post-511","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cause-for-pause","tag-development","tag-life-2","tag-nostaligia","tag-phoneboxes","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-8f","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3575,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/they-were-lovers-once\/","url_meta":{"origin":511,"position":0},"title":"They Were Lovers Once","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"28th March 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"The bitter bickering old couple often seen as much as the loving couples... yet they too were lovers once... an old verse of mine restored to the site. 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