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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. @@¤§=:~:,,
,:~:=§¤@@# #@@¤§=:~:,
,,:~:=§¤@@ 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. #@@¤§=:~:,
,,:~:=§¤@@ @@¤§=:~:,,
,:~:=§¤@@# 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. #@@¤§=:~:,
,,:~:=§¤@@ @@¤§=:~:,,
,:~:=§¤@@# 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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