Whenever I read your name I hear Gladys swept in my head and think of the nursery rhyme about the old woman sweeping the sky
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket Nineteen times as high as the moon. And where she was going I couldn't but ask it For in her hand she carried a broom.
'Old woman! old woman!! old woman!!!' quoth I. 'Oh whither Oh whither Oh whither, so high.' 'To sweep the cobwebs off the sky.' 'And I'll be with you again by and bye.'
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Whenever I read your name I hear Gladys swept in my head and think of the nursery rhyme about the old woman sweeping the sky
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Nineteen times as high as the moon.
And where she was going I couldn't but ask it
For in her hand she carried a broom.
'Old woman! old woman!! old woman!!!' quoth I.
'Oh whither Oh whither Oh whither, so high.'
'To sweep the cobwebs off the sky.'
'And I'll be with you again by and bye.'
Gladyslept is more like it.
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