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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.) ,,,,,,:«*%
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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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