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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You were the road not taken
The turn I could have took
My biggest 'what if.'
The die was cast and they clattered on the board
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The usual setting:
A public pub,
Or someone’s party
Or a park in the fall,
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French is the language of love
and it is love I wish to speak of
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I once said
I would think of you
always
I'd get you
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