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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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