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##%%--,,,, 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 ,--†%§#£@#
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#@£#§%†--, 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 ,,,,--†%§£
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##@#§%†--, 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 ,,----†§#£
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££##§%†--, 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 ,--†%%%%%#
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