GR, I am sick and have on that old sweater of yours,
The green wool one you made me put on in that snow of 2000-
When I was leaving the Greenpoint impromptu musical.
I had it dry-cleaned one time and tried to give it back,
But you insisted on a permanent transfer.
Good ol' green sweater has survived several Stalin-esque purgings --
It has outlasted wacky red sweater and "Dead Welsh Poet."
And, indubitably, it survives this move.
Who will know where it will end up?
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