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Jackie Kay (b. 1961) is an award-winning writer of fiction, poetry and plays, whose subtle...
We were rich and poor.
We were bought and sold.
We were black and white.
We were young and old.
We were life and death.
We were north and south.
We were hand in hand.
We were foot and mouth.
We were good and bad.
We were war and peace.
We were day and night.
We were man and beast.
We were hunger and greed.
We were water and land.
We were empty and full.
We were lost and found.
We had two strings to our bow.
We were in it together.
We were the spitting image.
We were the doppelganger.
We were terrible twins.
We were happy and sad.
We were alter ego.
We were sane and mad.
We were two-faced.
We were two-a-penny.
We spat, ‘Double or quits.’
We sneered, ‘Double the money.’
We liked to two-time.
We staying in a twin-town.
We led a double life.
We lived in a two-up-two-down.
We were too much.
We were entwined.
We were a right pair.
We were in two minds.
We peered through bifocals.
We talked in double entendres.
We walked double-quick.
We never wandered.
We were a double act.
We were Morecambe and Wise.
We were Laurel and Hardy.
We were Jekyll and Hyde.
We were Romeo and Juliet.
We were tragedy and comedy.
We spoke tête-à-tête.
We were a carbon copy.
We dreamt in a double bed.
We were fluently bilingual.
We were in two minds.
We were never single.
We drove on dual carriageways.
We insisted on equal pay.
We were twinned; we were mated.
We loved and we hated.
We could not be separated.
We could not be separated.
Over the years I’ve become increasingly interested in the lyrical nature of poetry. I find that the more I’ve taken in...
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