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†*-~,,,,,, The River That'S Our River Makes A ,,,,,,~-*†
*-~,,,,,,, Large Bend Like A Scooping Hand And A ,,,,,,,~-*
-~,,,,,,,, Decent Days Travel North From That ,,,,,,,,~-
~,,,,,,,,, Stands Our House In The Middle Of A ,,,,,,,,,~
,,,,,,,,,, Forgotten Apple Orchard. Our House Is ,,,,,,,,,,
~,,,,,,,,, Built Of Dark Clay And Abandoned By A ,,,,,,,,,~
-~,,,,,,,, Stranger. The Window Has No Glass But ,,,,,,,,~-
*-~,,,,,,, Instead Steel Bars To Keep The Animals ,,,,,,,~-*
†*-~,,,,,, Out. ,,,,,,~-*†
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#@†*-~,,,, Around The House Is A Thick, Thick ,,,,~-*†@#
@#@†*-~,,, Brush Of Ferns And Bushes. There Live ,,,~-*†@#@
#@#@†*-~,, The Animals That We Fight To Keep Away, ,,~-*†@#@#
##@#@†*-~, For They Speak To Us To Join Them In ,~-*†@#@##
#@#@†*-~,, The Luscious Caves Below Ground. They ,,~-*†@#@#
@#@†*-~,,, Mean No Harm But It Is Not In Our Best ,,,~-*†@#@
#@†*-~,,,, Interest To Do So. There Is Important ,,,,~-*†@#
@†*-~,,,,, Work That Needs To Be Done, And It Cant ,,,,,~-*†@
†*-~,,,,,, Be Done By Animals. (Father Says This.) ,,,,,,~-*†
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-~,,,,,,,, Every Morning Our Father Clears The ,,,,,,,,~-
~,,,,,,,,, Ferns And Uproots The Bushes Only For ,,,,,,,,,~
,,,,,,,,,, Them To Grow Back Each Night. Their ,,,,,,,,,,
~,,,,,,,,, Leaves Are Teal, White And Yellow, Some ,,,,,,,,,~
-~,,,,,,,, Even The Color Of Wine. They Have Lilac ,,,,,,,,~-
*-~,,,,,,, Flowers And In The Morning They Are Wet ,,,,,,,~-*
†*-~,,,,,, With Dew. ,,,,,,~-*†
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#@†*-~,,,, Father Is Away During The Day Doing ,,,,~-*†@#
@#@†*-~,,, Important Things Elsewhere. He Is Weary ,,,~-*†@#@
#@#@†*-~,, When He Returns Home, Each Day More So ,,~-*†@#@#
##@#@†*-~, Than The Next. We Learn To Cook For Him ,~-*†@#@##
#@#@†*-~,, So That He Does Not Have To. We Tend To ,,~-*†@#@#
@#@†*-~,,, His Clothes. ,,,~-*†@#@
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@†*-~,,,,, Suddenly The Dense Bushwork Is Mirrored ,,,,,~-*†@
†*-~,,,,,, Inside. Stems And Leaves Appear Close ,,,,,,~-*†
*-~,,,,,,, To The Walls And Far From The Light. We ,,,,,,,~-*
-~,,,,,,,, Are Glad, For The Flowers Are Beautiful ,,,,,,,,~-
~,,,,,,,,, And Smell Good, And There Is Little ,,,,,,,,,~
,,,,,,,,,, Decoration In Our House. But When ,,,,,,,,,,
~,,,,,,,,, Father Comes Home He Is Angry And Cuts ,,,,,,,,,~
-~,,,,,,,, Them All Down In A Frenzy. We Are ,,,,,,,,~-
*-~,,,,,,, Scared Of Him Then. ,,,,,,,~-*
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@†*-~,,,,, We Are Then Tasked With Removing Any ,,,,,~-*†@
#@†*-~,,,, Indoor Plant We See. But They Are So ,,,,~-*†@#
@#@†*-~,,, Beautiful! We Wait Just Until Father ,,,~-*†@#@
#@#@†*-~,, Comes Home And Until Then We Enjoy ,,~-*†@#@#
##@#@†*-~, Them. Sometimes An Animal Will Sneak In ,~-*†@#@##
#@#@†*-~,, But We Always Shoo Them Out. With Fresh ,,~-*†@#@#
@#@†*-~,,, Cut Flowers Thrown Right Outside The ,,,~-*†@#@
#@†*-~,,,, House He Suspects And Resents Our ,,,,~-*†@#
@†*-~,,,,, Inaction. But He Doesn'T Have The ,,,,,~-*†@
†*-~,,,,,, Energy To Scold Us. He Weakens Quickly. ,,,,,,~-*†
*-~,,,,,,, It Is Not Long Before He Is Still Tired ,,,,,,,~-*
-~,,,,,,,, Even In The Morning And Must ,,,,,,,,~-
~,,,,,,,,, Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed ,,,,,,,,,~
,,,,,,,,,, Cutting To Us As Well, Untrusting That ,,,,,,,,,,
~,,,,,,,,, We Will Carry It Out. ,,,,,,,,,~
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*-~,,,,,,, Now He Leaves As Soon As He'S Awake And ,,,,,,,~-*
†*-~,,,,,, Falls Asleep As Soon As He Returns. We ,,,,,,~-*†
@†*-~,,,,, Are Left To Care For Us And The House ,,,,,~-*†@
#@†*-~,,,, And The Orchard. But It Is Hard And We ,,,,~-*†@#
@#@†*-~,,, Are Distracted. We Are Not As ,,,~-*†@#@
#@#@†*-~,, Persistent As Father And Quickly Fall ,,~-*†@#@#
##@#@†*-~, Behind In Our Duties. ,~-*†@#@##
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