{"sf1_id":913848,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A little poem","author":"TheMadmanwithaScarf","words":26,"posted_at":"2015-09-23T19:37:00.000Z","tags":["Four","One","Poem","Six","War","beaten","eight","five","seven","sticks","three","two"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/913848-a-little-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/913848","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=913848\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Just a little something I thought of while walking home","content":"One, two. He feels so blue.  \n  \nThree, Four. She fought in the war.  \n  \nFive, Six. He's beaten with sticks.  \n  \nSeven, Eight. He fears it's too late.  \n  \n\n"}