Thursday, January 20, 2005
Sea Shells
A piece of aliteration for you all to read. Susan saw Sharon selling sea shells. She saw Simon spreading shells slowly. Susan sat staring. Shores shallowed soft sand. Seas splashed, so Sharon suddenly sprang, standing swishly, swaying, seeing shells spraying soft sand. She stepped, seeking Susan standing simply, savouring sweet scented smells, soothingly. So she stood smiling, seeing swans swither serenly. She swayed, seas swept Susan, shoes soaked. Swans scattered, Simon stood spreading shells,...
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