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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.                   @#@%/«~,,,
,,,,~«/%@#                                          #@%/«~,,,,
,,,,,~«/%@ 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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