Acrostic 35. Heat… Heat… Heat.
How long it is to be? Executed bushes, trees, Arid meadows and plains Try to live without rains. Houses are like boiling pots, EQUAL as they’ve got too hot, And as stuffy as gas chambers That are full of smoking embers. ‘How empty my head is!’ Everybody says like this As the brain’s melted away. Terrible can be hot days.
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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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