{"id":680,"date":"2012-01-01T07:00:28","date_gmt":"2012-01-01T07:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/?p=680"},"modified":"2011-12-26T10:51:50","modified_gmt":"2011-12-26T10:51:50","slug":"appel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/appel\/","title":{"rendered":"appel"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Geef me een appel<br \/>\nIk zal bijten<br \/>\nEen ander lijden<br \/>\nzou me welkom zijn<\/p>\n<p>Geef me een appel<br \/>\neender welke<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_681\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/gedichten\/appel\/attachment\/170920101707\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-681\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-681\" data-attachment-id=\"681\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/appel\/attachment\/170920101707\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/170920101707.jpg?fit=615%2C461&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"615,461\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.8&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;N73&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1284760595&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;160&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.059&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"kennisappel &#8211; mjp\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;kennisappel &#8211; mjp&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/170920101707.jpg?fit=300%2C224&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/170920101707.jpg?fit=615%2C461&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-681\" title=\"kennisappel - mjp\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/170920101707.jpg?resize=300%2C224\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/170920101707.jpg?resize=300%2C224&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/170920101707.jpg?w=615&amp;ssl=1 615w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-681\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">kennisappel - mjp<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Geef me een appel Ik zal bijten Een ander lijden zou me welkom zijn Geef me een appel eender welke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s8pym5-appel","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3728,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/een-ander-strand\/","url_meta":{"origin":680,"position":0},"title":"een ander strand","author":"Johanna","date":"2 april 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"We zijn toch allemaal hetzelfde, zei je. 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