Gladys Knits Fast
Gladys knits so fast, that now she has no time to go get a sheep.
She keeps one on her head, it’s faster and easier, and the sheep likes it.
They all like it. They line up daily, bleating at the door, hoping to be picked.
She is knitting a sweater today; I am sticking around to make sure it will fit.
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