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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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