In spring I wonder how…
In spring I wonder how starlings make sounds, So angelic, lovely, fragile. How? Trying to be kissable, these black boys Dance miraculous steps, jump for joy. Strange short gurgles mixed with pure songs, When they cuddle their brides, can’t daunt.
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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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