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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 ,^~**@@@@¶
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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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