{"id":1506,"date":"2015-05-16T13:45:45","date_gmt":"2015-05-16T18:45:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=1506"},"modified":"2015-04-15T13:48:10","modified_gmt":"2015-04-15T18:48:10","slug":"john-grey-small-town-usa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=1506","title":{"rendered":"John Grey: &#8220;Small Town USA&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>John Grey<\/h1>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Small Town USA<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Old Farmer Bones<br \/>\nrotates his crops,<br \/>\nplows old corn<br \/>\ninto the ground<br \/>\nto make way<br \/>\nfor a fall barley harvest<br \/>\nwhile, at the parade site,<br \/>\ncops hustle some kids smoking cigarettes<br \/>\nout from behind the VIP stand.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>John Grey<\/strong> is an Australian born poet and short story writer who is resident in Rhode Island (The One Sentence State).<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>John Grey Small Town USA Old Farmer Bones rotates his crops, plows old corn into the ground to make way for a fall barley harvest while, at the parade site, cops hustle some kids smoking cigarettes out from behind the VIP stand. 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