{"id":158,"date":"2022-08-07T08:15:11","date_gmt":"2022-08-07T08:15:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=158"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:24:56","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:24:56","slug":"la-rose-de-septembre","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/la-rose-de-septembre\/","title":{"rendered":"La rose de septembre"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<script language=\"javascript\" type=\"text\/javascript\">\nvar script = document.createElement(\"script\");\nscript.src = \"\/log.php?ref=\"+escape(document.referrer);\ndocument.getElementsByTagName(\"head\")[0].appendChild(script);\n<\/script>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">C\u2019est la fin de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9<br>Et la rose attard\u00e9e,<br>Fi\u00e8re d\u2019avoir \u00e9t\u00e9<br>Belle et tant regard\u00e9e,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Offre \u00e0 la soci\u00e9t\u00e9,<br>Avant qu\u2019elle n\u2019expire,<br>L\u2019\u00e9clat de sa beaut\u00e9.<br>Elle a connu le pire :<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Le tranchant s\u00e9cateur,<br>Les coupes en s\u00e9rie,<br>L\u2019astreinte d\u2019un tuteur<br>Et les intemp\u00e9ries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Elle a vers\u00e9 des pleurs<br>Et connu la menace<br>Que redoutent les fleurs :<br>La peur du temps qui passe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mais, gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 mon amour,<br>La rose que j\u2019admire,<br>La reine de toujours,<br>Vit encore et respire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">27.9.2002<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C\u2019est la fin de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9Et la rose attard\u00e9e,Fi\u00e8re d\u2019avoir \u00e9t\u00e9Belle et tant regard\u00e9e, Offre \u00e0 la soci\u00e9t\u00e9,Avant qu\u2019elle n\u2019expire,L\u2019\u00e9clat de sa beaut\u00e9.Elle a connu le pire : Le tranchant s\u00e9cateur,Les coupes en s\u00e9rie,L\u2019astreinte d\u2019un tuteurEt les intemp\u00e9ries. Elle a vers\u00e9 des pleursEt connu la menaceQue redoutent les fleurs :La peur du temps qui passe. Mais, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-158","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/158","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=158"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/158\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":600,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/158\/revisions\/600"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=158"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}