{"id":9568,"date":"2023-07-29T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-29T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9568"},"modified":"2023-07-29T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-07-29T05:00:00","slug":"propinquity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/propinquity\/","title":{"rendered":"Propinquity"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1915-07-29\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">Omaha Daily Bee, July 29, 1915<\/a>. By David.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019d love to be sweet sleep, were you a dream;<br\/>I\u2019d gladly be the milk, were you the cream;<br\/>I\u2019d wish to be an oak, were you a vine;<br\/>Were you a lemon, I would be the rind;<br\/>Dark sorrow would I be, were you a sigh;<br\/>Were you the ointment, then me for the fly;<br\/>I\u2019d be a waiter if you were the tips;<br\/>Were you a kiss, then mine should be the lips;<br\/>Were you the ocean, I would be its roar;<br\/>I\u2019d be an apple, if you were the core;<br\/>Were you a pen, I then would be the ink;<br\/>I\u2019d be a parching thirst, were you a drink;<br\/>Were you a needle, I would be the thread;<br\/>I\u2019d be the butter if you were the bread;<br\/>Me Simple Simon, if you were the pie;<br\/>Were you a diamond, I would be the dye;<br\/>Or I would be a muff, were you the fur;<br\/>Were you a chestnut, I would be the burr;<br\/>If you were Wall Street, I would be New York;<br\/>I\u2019d turn into a knife, were you a fork;<br\/>Were you the sunshine, I would be a flower;<br\/>H2O for mine, were you a shower;<br\/>Were you a drummer, I would be the drum;<br\/>And so it goes ad infinitum.<br\/>So all through life we\u2019d never need to part,<br\/>But journey hand in hand, and heart to heart,<br\/>Though of all varied forms we find in life,<br\/>I\u2019d rather be myself, were you my wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Omaha Daily Bee, July 29, 1915. By David. I\u2019d love to be sweet sleep, were you a dream;I\u2019d gladly be the milk, were you the cream;I\u2019d wish to be an oak, were you a vine;Were you a lemon, I would be the rind;Dark sorrow would I be, were you a sigh;Were you the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[89],"class_list":["post-9568","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-david"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9568","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9568"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9568\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9568"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9568"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9568"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}