Acrostic 34. A summer wind plays.
A summer wind plays Singing a sweet tune, Utters words that faze, Makes sounds like mews, Makes sounds like roars, Echoes in my head, Rings, suddenly caws. Why do you do that? If you want to lull, No doubt you will. Days are rather dull! Please, be my sleeping pill! Let me dream of her As you can do that. You can! What a bore! So, be my pad.
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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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