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###&£*^»~, Large Bend Like A Scooping Hand And A ,~»^*£##
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###&£*^»~, Stands Our House In The Middle Of A ,~»^*£##
#£££^^»~,, Forgotten Apple Orchard. Our House Is ,,~»^^£££#
#&*»,,,,,, Built Of Dark Clay And Abandoned By A ,,,,,,»*
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###&£*^»~, Instead Steel Bars To Keep The Animals ,~»^*£##
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#&&&£*^»~, 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 ,~»^£###
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####£*^»~, 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 ,~»^*£##
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###&£*^»~, 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 ,,,~^*££&&
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