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@@@§$%*-:, The River That'S Our River Makes A ,:-*%$§@@@
§$%*:,,,,, Large Bend Like A Scooping Hand And A ,,,,,:*%$§
##@§$%*-:, Decent Days Travel North From That ,:-*%$§@##
#§$%*:,,,, Stands Our House In The Middle Of A ,,,,:*%$§#
@§$**--:,, Forgotten Apple Orchard. Our House Is ,,:--**$§@
@$%*-,,,,, Built Of Dark Clay And Abandoned By A ,,,,,-*%$@
##@§$%*-:, Stranger. The Window Has No Glass But ,:-*%$§@##
§§$$$%*-:, Instead Steel Bars To Keep The Animals ,:-*%$$$§§
#§§$*-,,,, Out. ,,,,-*$§§#
§§$%*-:,,, ,,,:-*%$§§
§$$*-:::,, Around The House Is A Thick, Thick ,,:::-*$$§
##@§$%*-:, Brush Of Ferns And Bushes. There Live ,:-*%$§@##
##@§$%*-:, The Animals That We Fight To Keep Away, ,:-*%$§@##
##@§$%*-:, For They Speak To Us To Join Them In ,:-*%$§@##
##@§$%*-:, The Luscious Caves Below Ground. They ,:-*%$§@##
##@§$%*-:, Mean No Harm But It Is Not In Our Best ,:-*%$§@##
§%-,,,,,,, Interest To Do So. There Is Important ,,,,,,,-%§
@$**:,,,,, Work That Needs To Be Done, And It Cant ,,,,,:**$@
##@§$%*-:, Be Done By Animals. (Father Says This.) ,:-*%$§@##
##@§$%*-:, ,:-*%$§@##
###@§%*-:, 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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