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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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«\
†\«,¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨,«\†
&†\«,¨¨¨¨¨ 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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