{"id":162,"date":"2022-08-07T08:15:37","date_gmt":"2022-08-07T08:15:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/?page_id=162"},"modified":"2022-08-11T10:25:38","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T10:25:38","slug":"le-citadin-devenu-campagnard","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/le-citadin-devenu-campagnard\/","title":{"rendered":"Le citadin devenu campagnard"},"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\">En maudissant son triste sort,<br>Car il e\u00fbt pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9 la mort,<br>Un homme vivait \u00e0 la ville,<br>D\u00e9plorant son \u00e9tat servile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il acheta pour trois fois rien<br>Quelques arpents, un maigre bien<br>Tout caillouteux, dans la nature,<br>O\u00f9 il se rendait en voiture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sur cette terre sans limon,<br>Il respirait \u00e0 pleins poumons<br>Et pour la rendre plus fertile,<br>Ce qui n\u2019\u00e9tait pas inutile,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il la b\u00eacha profond\u00e9ment<br>Tout en suant abondamment<br>Pour nourrir sa prog\u00e9niture.<br>Ce fut une grande aventure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Puis il y mit beaucoup d\u2019engrais,<br>Grosse d\u00e9pense sans regret,<br>Car on sait depuis longue date<br>Que la terre n\u2019est pas ingrate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">En prenant un peu de recul,<br>Je crois qu\u2019il fit un bon calcul<br>Car ce minable prol\u00e9taire<br>Devint riche propri\u00e9taire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">8.10.2002<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>En maudissant son triste sort,Car il e\u00fbt pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9 la mort,Un homme vivait \u00e0 la ville,D\u00e9plorant son \u00e9tat servile. Il acheta pour trois fois rienQuelques arpents, un maigre bienTout caillouteux, dans la nature,O\u00f9 il se rendait en voiture. Sur cette terre sans limon,Il respirait \u00e0 pleins poumonsEt pour la rendre plus fertile,Ce qui n\u2019\u00e9tait pas inutile, [&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-162","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/162","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=162"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/162\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":604,"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/162\/revisions\/604"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.privatemus.com\/poesies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}