My Favorite Sweater by Bonnie Highswith Taylor My favorite sweater grew too small. I love that sweater best of all. My grandma made it when I was three. She made that sweater just for me. I picked the yarn , a special blue. The color of bluebells, wet with dew  . When I was three I was very small. But now I'm five and much too tall. I have a new jacket now that's green. So I gave my sweater to our cat Queen. Queen just had kittens out in the shed  .  My favorite sweater is now their bed. The girl in this poem is  _   years old now.
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