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His green sweater kept her warm
On cold winter nights during a storm
Wool threads tugged at her heart
His warm embrace he did impart
A love felt by his little girl
Who remembered a man who gave her a twirl
His green sweater was bigger than life
Signaling his comfort through the night
Holding her on his lap with tender arms
Keeping his daughter safe from harm
He stood tall with strength abound
His imposing presence would surround
His green sweater remained behind
When they buried him in a box of pine
Memories flood an older woman now
Who wears a green sweater and wonders how
One so dear could pass away
And bring darkness to her day
She wears the green sweater whenever she goes
To reconnect with the man she knows
Was there for her when she needed him most
Restrained and taciturn with nary a boast
She will always remember his wool green sweater
That gave comfort to her when it really mattered
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