Acrostic 12. Snow.
(It’s connected with Acrostic 11.) Sing to the fairy winter wood. Nod, just nod the talking trees. Open your soul to their mood. Wander in the thoughtful fields.
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iverhyck
Born in Kiev. Worked in aviation (1981-1991). Became a doctor (1989). Have been a teacher of English since 1996. Published a book for children "IVERHYMES!!!" (2006). Prefer writing iverhymes, but usually call them 'iverhycks' (sounds like limericks,...
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