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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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