Prelude

Praise Prose for prompting publication. Personal problems prevented producing prose. Persistence and patience prevails.

Party people prance primly as Paxton plays the piano. Patrick, a passerby, prefers peace and presses Paxton to pause playing as he passes. Patrick's pugnacious personality prompts Paxton's popular piano playing to pause.

Paxton practiced patience.

Penelope plays passively near the public pool. Preceding Penelope, people pile in precariously. The pretentious party of patrons push pell-mell past Penelope prompting Penelope to plunge in the pool. Penelope prevented potential problems by proclaiming, "Please proceed pokily past people in the pool."

Penelope practiced patience.

Patty's parents are particularly peculiar. Patty's papa Philip proudly parades in pizza printed pants, pockets protuding and poorly pressed. Philip's partner's prized purple painted Porsche predated Patty. People persistantly provoked Patty's parents, Philip and Phoenix. Phoenix and Philip's perception and pride prevailed prejudice.

Patty, Phoenix, and Philip practice patience.

#alliteration

At an acrimonious assembly, Ashley ascertains an augmented analysis and accidentally achieves an astounding aphorism.

“Always accept any alliance!” Ashley acclaims, abruptly achieving an angelic appearance; ascending, artificially airborne.

Aaron Ackerman, an androgynous and anachronistic aristocrat, abrasively attacks.

“Another attempt?” Aaron admonishes, “Ashley, always apart and alone.”

Aghast, Ashley awkwardly adapts, anxiously avoiding all available altruisms.

“An ally and an attacker,” Aaron adds, “are asymmetrical appendages, appropriately accentuating any achievement.”

“And?” Ashley’s affectionate air austerely abandoned.

“Alright,” Aaron apologizes, apathetically.

Aloof and afloat, Ashley anticlimactically abbreviates an answer.

“Any absolute alliteration—accepted and accurately arranged—amasses ardent adoration.”

“Ah!” Aaron, approval attained, admits. “Almost as amazing as an authentic Ackerman adage, albeit archaically assembled.”

Analyzing Aaron’s aggravating appearance and affectation, Ashley amasses an achingly avid addendum.

“Arrogant, as always,” Ashley asserts, “and awful.”

Teaching tricky toddlers to take turns typically takes tremendous tolerance, totally taming tykes terrible tendency to topple toys thoroughly taxes tolerant tutors to total tiredness; though taking time to treasure tiny tots tosses turbulent times totally. To turn tiny toddlers to tyrannical teens takes tiny total time thus treating them thoughtfully today 'tis the ticket.

swaying swans sing so softly,

soothing soft sounds slowly swelling,

seeming suddenly strident.

swans seldom stutter,

songs sweet, stable, so steady,

simply saying smooth sounds,

sending sweet songs slowly soaring.

sinking, surging, swaying,

sonorous songs sweep sooty sands,

smoothing serrated sections,

sending swirling sand segments skyward,

sand swiveling in superior cyclones,

swirling, so spectacularly,

songs switching, soon submerging,

sinking in soothing space,

significantly savage storms

stretching skyward slowly.

shore and sea sway,

sufficiently synchronized,

shifting societal standards,

sinking suggestive sentiment.

some saturnalien scum scream:

“swan’s singing is supernatural!”

such screams seem

standard sentiment for suffering swans,

singing segregated,

surgical supression,

sulfurous stigma,

seperatist sentiment,

systematic suffering

sans suffrage,

seeking some suffering like

sick, substandard scavengers

seeking stiffs to scarf.

such slanderous statements

soliciting self shame.

such slander seems swamping,

senior stigmas sticking still, ceaseless.

still, such substandard slander

shouldn’t seem so standard.

surely, someone should say “shame!

shame on such sour spoken sounds!

shame on sickening scum!

shame on such cynical syllables,

shame on such senile schemes!

such scandalous sentiments should scarcely see spoken!”

swans singing should seem special, sinless,

supreme in sound.

still, some stay silent.

silence seems stinkingly substandard,

slimy sewage straining such struggles.

sound seems sanctioned,

silence supremely saddening.

seeking success shouldn’t seem scandalous.

still, silence and slander stays strong.

such sentiment stains swan’s singing.

supernatural? surely senseless!

stupid semantics of superstitious stupidity.

swans sing sans spectral supplements!

spooky specters swiftly scamper,

scared of such supreme swan sounds.

spooks spooked by splendid splendor.

supernatural singing?

silly solution to senile stigmas!

swans scorn such spiritual silliness.

singing is simply spontaneous skill,

skill and some strong seasoning.

still, skepticism stays strong.

sans suspicion, swans sing still.

seeking some sadly screened support

for some splendid singing.

singing seems so shortening.

swan songs seem so superior.

swirling, sublime swan songs,

sacrificing sand for sky.

splendid sunsets streaking

smog suffused skies,

saturated stains;

saffron, scarlet,

seceding to shadowy sapphire,

sundown, song still sustaining,

sun and sunset’s sweet satellite spinning

seldom stop such sweet swans singing.

swans seldomly seem superstitious,

still, songs seem supernatural,

savages slinking in sluggish streams.

spiritual souls singing spirits into survival.

specters sway in sophisticated shapes,

spectral simulation,

schizophrenic supercomputer of spiraling skulls,

strange sounds of sightly sinful serpents.

since such sounds seem supernatural,

shouldn’t someone say swans singing is superior?

sage swans sing such strength saturated songs,

sending song scales spiraling skyward.

songs, scaling slippery slopes;

straddling stars in space,

stretching to star systems,

swimming in stacks of suns.

sitting in swells of singing swans,

sobbing songs of sugary sadness,

so soon, sorrow shifts to soothing sanctity,

sickness, soothed.

sadness, squashed.

suffering, scrubbed.

snow, seceded from summery skies.

songs surfacing from swanly speech.

striding stepping stones,

seeing sightly scenery.

songs sliding southwards,

slipping, somehow.

sonnets stirring streams,

sequestered swans singing

striding such senseless stockades.

spawning statuesque serenity in shivering streams,

seldom settling somewhere,

ceaslessly shaping some splendid space,

shaping, switching, shifting:

shifting solid stones.

sweet, saccharine songs,

standing strong,

staying stentorian,

strident sounds,

sliding sweetly

seeking spectators,

seeding sensitive saplings,

sprouting splendid stems,

seeking sweet sunlight.

sun shines ceaseless,

stalling for some sought space.

some secret section,

super secluded from such simultaneous spoilage.

simultaneously, swans sing,

seeking some sort of

settlement for such sinister suffering,

seeking some sort of sweet satisfaction,

sounds squeezing secluded souls,

someday shading cities,

shining seas and shaking structures,

seamstresses soon sewing

spectacular scenes.

songs sung somewhere

sad, sweet, suggestive.

songs swans started.

songs swans sung.

songs swans sowed.

still, swans shuttered,

slammed, scattered, sunk.

species said

“songs seem saturated in suggestive sin.”

still, some stole such strong swan songs,

stealing superb scales for selfish services.

snatching songs,

stealing spots,

swindling such sugar sweet singing.

so swans surrendered,

staring sadly skyward,

such sour savagery

solicits savage storms.

since shelter stolen, survival seems strenuous.

sad swans sunk southward,

snuggling with suffering,

sinking subterranean.

swans sang sirenlike,

spawning sordid superstitions.

shores where swans sat seemed shrouded in strangeness.

swans seldom cease singing,

still, swan’s strength seems strained.

sapped by superstitious stigma.

so such sweet, soft, struggling swans

stopped singing such splendid sounding songs.

such silence slowly suffocated said swans,

swans seemed striding to secede from sickening silence.

such supressed songsseeingly spawned self scorn,

swans strangling selves to supress sudden songs.

suicidal sadness, staining songs,

siring sinister scrutiny.

songs and swans surrender in sync, severing,

splintered segments spinning

shattered stars,

slumping scalps,

some suck satisfaction from straws.

some slice selves senseless.

some surrender, suicidal,

seeking solace in swaying strings,

survival’s strings snipped shamefully short.

some seek serenity in schizophrenic sources.

some still see serenity in such ceaseless suffering.

still, summation of such sad swans

smooch sorrow so severely

that such sickness seems ceaseless,

submerging sweet songs in still spreading sadness.

significant shadowed space,

sun stymied,

stars snuffed.

sinning spreading starkly,

silencing serene swans,

stifling silver sterling stars.

should swans still start songs?

or should silence stretch ceaseless?

song seems salient to such soundless suffering.

such senses seem safe.

still, suspicion, stigma

staying stuck in some spacey souls.

serenity slips, sinking subterranean.

sadness sways,

swallowing some spacious cities simply.

swans suffer, species swallow sorrow.

strangling on soundless sickness.

silence seems like sickness.

sagely, someone suggests

some supreme suggestion,

stupidly seeking

some sure solution:

since swans seemed secondary.

schooling seems significant.

some say swans swim subordinate;

suggesting stereotypical stupidity:

some species seem stunted,

societal straitjackets, strangling sweet singers,

scapegoating swans.

sometimes suspicion stays stuck.

such stigmas seem super strenuous to shake.

still, someone should stand;

seek the spunk to say:

“species sustain soul,

safeguard sentience,

spawn saccharine songs,

sabatoge solitary strays,

soon, subsidence stays sure.”

swimming swans, slithering snakes,

sewing silkworms, slimy salamanders

slippery salmon, strong scorpions,

stalker sharks, special seals

sprightly seahorses, stinky skunks, and slow sloths.

soaring sparrows, spinning spiders, scurrying squirrels and squirting squid,

sacred scarabs, squirming starfish, shrunken shrimp,

shriveled shrew, slimy slugs, shelled snails, silky servals,

stately stags and spirited storks.

each species seems salient and splendid.

even small sardines: significant.

such species seem small,

scarce, sporadic, strange, substandard.

such stigmas are slipshod.

so species still seem salient,

spurning such stale sentimentality.

swans seek survival,

subsistence, not superiority.

such selfishness is senseless.

such species spurn seeming sheeplike,

shunning shepherds.

species seek strength.

strength, scornless spans of survival.

seeking seen: strong, splendid, sweet.

some still searching sundry sands

so someone still stands satisfied.

sailing sun stained seas,

sapphire swells surging to sandy shores,

spawning sudsy cerulean surf.

sequestered shores, subtly shadowed.

sparkling sunbeams shuttered,

sending swans to sibylline shade,

searching stripped shores for sidelined silvery stashes,

sanguinely suppositions of safety and salvation.

swans searching, shepherding scheduled saints.

scavenging sandy shores,

and slothlike, shattering.

swans start slipping.

slowly, souls shrivel, semitransparent.

searching for supreme solidarity,

sidestepping serious storms.

surely, success sits somewhere,

secluded in shadowy shores.

success should be sought speedily.

strife seldom stops simply.

serenity seeking swans still sing,

starting songs supplementary.

suddenly, swan source surfaces,

striding stormy seas,

seeking spawn’s songs.

she searches for strayed sons.

she seeks to spark satisfaction.

swan’s source has seen suffering.

she seeks to soar skyward,

spurring swans to surmount sad situations.

seek sustenance!

swan source symbolizes success,

seeking strength in scary scrapes.

swan source saw small sons suckling from soft spheres,

seeking sweet solution.

she says, “seek survival!

seek satisfaction,

seek serenity,

satiate starved swan sanity!”

she shows swans skills,

students studying stateliness.

swans still sailed skyward,

so she shows swans supplementary sailing:

swimming salty sapphire seas.

such shining seas sequined with shining sunlight,

such sojourning seems sufficiently satisfying.

“spurn stereotypical status!” she says.

she starts shifting said status:

swans see what she sees.

swans surround system’s stop,

swamping sectarianism,

so simple, so sophisticated.

simply stunning, sublime,

stimulating, stirring sleeping soldiers,

spurring salient strides,

striding sagely,

surpassing senseless slights,

supressing stalemate,

smothering such senseless slander,

sailing sinking ships to shore.

struggling swans swung swirling shouts,

scouring shores, ceasing strife.

such splendid savagery,

so sour shifted sweet,

swan source scored success.

she significantly shifted such sights.

so stigmatized scorn shifted to celebrated.

scratch shabby slants,

substitute sincere sentiments.

surround, subdue senseless slander,

swans sing still,

swearing no cessation,

stubbornly securing ceaseless support.

standing still, strong,

smashed scizzors still slice separated;

suddenly shining swordlike.

sprouting sudden splendid shoots,

swans seem suddenly successful.

still, swans seldomly succeed stopping seiges solo,

so swan’s serendipity strays.

still, swans search.

seeking sweeping songs,

swelling stations,

successfully suprising.

suitability supercedes sameness,

surely, shouldn’t stay synonymized.

such stories solicit sincerity,

supposing stories sit secure,

solemn, stirring,

superposing sciolism.

slashing superficial standards.

swan songs stain sciolistic spirits,

supporting schooling simpletons,

scattering scorn.

simple strains spawn sophisticated speculation,

soul symposium,

sole soprano singing sonorous,

strong swan singers synchronizing.

some struggle to strangle such sounds,

souring such sweet swan style.

still, sighing swans stop scarcely,

songs soaring skyward,

sky sketched silver,

smog, spinning string,

shaping sheepskin shrouds.

suffering seemingly spawns

some super special songs,

sending such supremely splendid signals.

songs start seeming like sheets of spectacular sky

stretching stately,

surrounding swans,

skin of soft support,

suspending swans in stunning stillness.

still, shouldn’t stop.

still, ceaselessly strutting,

seldom setting selves south of success.

swaying, synergized song.

synchronized, spiritual, shatterproof song.

spectacular, significant, substantial song.

so suspend scaredness,

swans shouldn’t stop singing.

still, songs sustain significant significance.

such style, such symmetry,

shouldn’t stop,

shouldn’t stay still.

so swan songs seldomly suspend.

sustaining seems salient.

ceasing soon? surely silly!

swans should scarsely stall!

surely, such superior singing stays.

slackening, strengthening,

simply swaying,

subsisting silently,

suggesting simple songs,

still, striving for sophisticated sounds.

ceaseless sound,

stopping seldom,

subsisting in seemingly silent states,

staying sonorous in shining stars.

swans started sweeping sojourns,

searching for some same strategy

as similar successful species.

swan songs steered

such stigmatized species

somewhere super special.

swans seem so special someday starting soon.

such sentiment should stay.

such sentiment should have stuck from start.

still, swans strove to swim skyward, socially,

seeking society’s summit.

such struggle seems so serviceable.

stop settling for supression.

stop silencing spectacular sounds.

celebrate surpassing societal summits

swans should serve as similes

for societal supression.

schooling is super superior,

spawning sensible solutions,

stirring students to seek some

substantial shifts in sectionalist sentiments.

seems sensible that some stuck in similar situations,

such sad species seeking some support,

should study swan’s successes,

striving to simulate shangri-la’s smooth skies.

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