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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 ,#,#,#,#,#
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