{"id":5981,"date":"2010-11-28T05:30:00","date_gmt":"2010-11-28T04:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5981"},"modified":"2010-11-28T00:20:39","modified_gmt":"2010-11-27T23:20:39","slug":"quelques-fruits","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5981","title":{"rendered":"Quelques fruits …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’aime les pommes …
\nRouges, dures, surtout pas sablonneuses,
\nCroquantes, juteuses, parfaitement d\u00e9licieuses.
\nC’est vraiment mon fruit pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9.<\/p>\n

J’aime les poires …
\nBeaucoup moins que James, qui lui semble les adorer,
\nSucculentes, fondantes, pel\u00e9es et par quartiers,
\nPas toujours d’accord pour partager.<\/p>\n

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\nThanksGiving insipiration by Martha Stewart<\/a><\/p>\n

Et les scoubi dou bi dou … ahh !<\/p>\n

Une folle envie de l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9,
\nDe rire, danser, chanter,
\nDe ne plus \u00eatre aussi s\u00e9rieuse … et juste profiter.<\/p>\n

Tr\u00e8s bon dimanche \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

Et vous, quel est votre fruit pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9 ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Moi j’aime les pommes … Rouges, dures, surtout pas sablonneuses, Croquantes, juteuses, parfaitement d\u00e9licieuses. C’est vraiment mon fruit pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9. J’aime les poires … Beaucoup moins que James, qui lui semble les adorer, Succulentes, fondantes, pel\u00e9es et par quartiers, Pas toujours d’accord pour partager. ThanksGiving insipiration by Martha Stewart Et les scoubi dou bi dou … […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[223],"tags":[171],"class_list":["post-5981","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-la-table","tag-table"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1yt","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5981","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5981"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5981\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5981"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5981"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5981"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}