A poem by Paul Brookes A marriage of chalk and cheese. She says, “I’m more southern: cold hands, warm heart. You’re northern: warm hands, cold heart.” her with her tv quizzes, me with documentaries. We have similar thoughts at the same time. “You’re always in the way.” When out, I go my way, […]

via “You’re Always Where I Want To Be.” — THE DRUNKEN LLAMA