JoyfulA Poem by .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::. For My Friend Jeff He's a kid, Yet still an adult in ways.
He acts as if everything is perfect with jokes & saying he has nothing to pray for. I see more.
I know when he talks of being his grandpa's slave all he really wants is to have his own life.
At the age of 13 the farm life is no dream by any stretch of the imagination.
None the less twice a week I get my fix of sarcasim & laughs, Laughter so loud & joyful that I can not remember laughing so hard before. © 2008 .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.Author's Note
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.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.Somewhere I need to be down in, ARAboutMy Name is Rebekah but everyone calls me Beck or Beckah or my fav Cup^E^Cake & I was born in Ohio but Raised in the south. My poems are about things that really happend some where in my life weather .. more..Writing
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