My Favourite Sweater by Bonnie Highsmith Taylor My favourite 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 _ out in the shed   My favourite sweater is now their bed. The girl in this poem is   _   years old now.
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