The Sweater
You keep people warm in the cold.
You help them 'til their ripe and old.
To cling really hard to their chest,
To shield them from winter's best.
Many wear you all through the day.
I do not need you where I lay.
You've helped warm the ones that you hold,
but I let go and had you sold.
by,
Ryan Vaterlaus
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