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,,::%£££@# Decent Days Travel North From That #@£££%::,,
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,,::%£££@# 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 ##@£££%::,
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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 #@£££%::,,
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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 #@£££%::,,
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,,::%£££@# Persistent As Father And Quickly Fall #@£££%::,,
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