Alliteration in S

There sits a soft spoken sage, serenading students with soft smiles and stunning stories.
There sits a soft spoken sage, studying similar scenes, scouring seamless scenarios, the souls scope surrounding the self, sick scoundrels seducing semantics, and sound scribes stealing secrecy.
There sits a silly spoken student, serving the sensitive senior for a seminar, still his sight seeks to signal such a sequel, of the sentimental Socratic society secured in my serene school.

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