Love, LeeAnne

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Heyy! My name is LeeAnne. I was born on June 24, 1994 so I am 15 years old. I am a sophomore at my high school. I've been writing poetry since January 2008. I write about what's happening in my life at the moment. They are usually about people in my school...sometimes my friends.

I love music, too. I am currently learning how to play the guitar. I like a wide-range of music. There are two songs in the world that I can listen to 100 times a day everyday without getting tired of them..."Helena" and "The Ghost of You" by My Chemical Romance. Why? I can relate to both of them SO much.

Poetry is something that really means a lot to me. So please review and comment on my poems. (:

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Posted 14 Years Ago


Dear Writer,

it is my wishes that you have a wonderful Valentine's Day. Whether you have one or not, my words are always here to strengthen and encourage as a writer and a friend.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs

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Posted 14 Years Ago


May you have a safe holiday. Have a very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


"TO A BUTTERFLY"


I've watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of Orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song;
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

By William Wordsworth
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