Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Meditation on the Letter 'S'

seahorses

Shhhh! Sometimes swans seek serenity, sailing slowly seaword so silently. See? Subtle sorcery still smothers slugging sentiments. Sadly, sundown sinks solar safaris, sending suckers southward. Sin surrounds sex, so simpletons say. Sick! Such santimoniuous seasons seem senseless, sequestered sans syrup. Since September, seven Samurai shiver simultaneously, shaking swords supurbly. Snakes sound silly, swishing sangria; some swill Singapore Slings! Symbolic smooching? Simulated sympathy? Sucks!

2 comments:

  1. Hey Mr Gates. I ordered your book online. Thank you for writing such an amazing book. I am going to Journalism school in september and was wondering if you have any tips for me. I am a huge logophile.

    Sincerely,

    Deen

    Here is my email Johnadeen@gmail.com

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    1. Thanks for your kind words about my book, Deen. I've sent you an email. --Michael

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