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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.) @@#*†-,,,,
,,,-†*#@@# #@@#*†-,,,
,,-†*#@@## 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. *†-,,,,,,,
,,,,,,-†*# #*†-,,,,,,
,,,,,-†*#@ 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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