Acrostic 13. Snow.
Snow’s glistening in the sun. Nacre laces are on green firs. Obey an impulse: cry, jump and run. What a moment to immerse!
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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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