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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. @#§*^-^,,,
,,^-^*§#@# #@#§*^-^,,
,^-^*§#@## 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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