Sorrowful souls seek savvy sources of silly sorts saying sin stands as stone significance of signature savages sated simply speaking salvage sweets to satisfy stingy saps stuck simmering like souls shimmy as serpents.
That which reads as a single line also gives the hits and balance of a long story. It is both a prose-like statement and a play of alliteration that I find really make this piece special. It is a dance of letters, words that have brought out yet another message I chose to share at random. What sense does it make? You tell me!