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¤¤¤£**\-:, 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 ,:-\*£¤@@#
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#@@¤£*\-:, Brush Of Ferns And Bushes. There Live ,:-\*£¤@@#
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##@@¤*\-:, 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 ,:-\*£@@##
¤£*-:,,,,, Be Done By Animals. (Father Says This.) ,,,,,:-*£¤
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##@@¤£\-:, Every Morning Our Father Clears The ,:-\£¤@@##
@¤££**\-:, Ferns And Uproots The Bushes Only For ,:-\**££¤@
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@¤**--,,,, Leaves Are Teal, White And Yellow, Some ,,,,--**¤@
@£££**\-:, Even The Color Of Wine. They Have Lilac ,:-\**£££@
@¤*-,,,,,, Flowers And In The Morning They Are Wet ,,,,,,-*¤@
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@@@¤£*\-:, 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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#@@¤£*\-:, Inside. Stems And Leaves Appear Close ,:-\*£¤@@#
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#@@¤£*\-:, 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 ,:-\*£¤@@#
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#@@¤£*\-:, Indoor Plant We See. But They Are So ,:-\*£¤@@#
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¤£££**\-:, Comes Home And Until Then We Enjoy ,:-\**£££¤
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@@@¤£*\-:, 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 ,:-\*£¤@@#
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@¤¤¤£*\-:, 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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