Leo C. Jones Biography

There you are, a stone's
Throw away
Seemingly inches, fleeting bits of space
But miles and miles and more at the very least
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I love you
If you tell me
Now you’ll give
The moon to me
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On a folded piece of crumpled paper,
Torn from a notebook,
Was a hasty mess.
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White-washed walls
And white-washed curtains
White-washed halls
White, clear and certain.
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I wake up to a rainy morning.

The pits and pats
Pitter and patter on my windows
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