Sally sold seashells

Sally, smoothly singing soft sibilant songs, sadly sipping salty squash soup, sold superb seashells Saturday sitting still; supervising sunny sand, sustaining skin sunburns, supplicating stellar sky sincerely, she soon surpassed Sunday, soon spring, summer: seasons slipped slowly, scurried strangely—still she stayed strong, seeking slim sanity, seeking sooty sin; seeking shining silver scales, sapphire scarlet silks, selfish sundering Sumerian souls, ships sailing silent seas, ships sorrowfully sinking, so she should see success some super scorching Saturday; seventy slight seconds, seventy sentimental Saturdays, seventy scornful seasons, seventy sparkling shooting stars, still sad silly Sally stayed steadfast, selling sighing seashore seashells.