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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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##£@%$*-~, Around The House Is A Thick, Thick ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, Brush Of Ferns And Bushes. There Live ,,~-*$%@£#
£@%$*-~,,, The Animals That We Fight To Keep Away, ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, For They Speak To Us To Join Them In ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, The Luscious Caves Below Ground. They ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, Mean No Harm But It Is Not In Our Best ,,~-*$%@£#
£@%$*-~,,, Interest To Do So. There Is Important ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, Work That Needs To Be Done, And It Cant ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, Be Done By Animals. (Father Says This.) ,~-*$%@£##
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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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£@%$*-~,,, Father Is Away During The Day Doing ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, Important Things Elsewhere. He Is Weary ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, When He Returns Home, Each Day More So ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, Than The Next. We Learn To Cook For Him ,,~-*$%@£#
£@%$*-~,,, So That He Does Not Have To. We Tend To ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, His Clothes. ,,~-*$%@£#
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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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#£@%$*-~,, We Are Then Tasked With Removing Any ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, Indoor Plant We See. But They Are So ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, Beautiful! We Wait Just Until Father ,,~-*$%@£#
£@%$*-~,,, Comes Home And Until Then We Enjoy ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, Them. Sometimes An Animal Will Sneak In ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, But We Always Shoo Them Out. With Fresh ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, Cut Flowers Thrown Right Outside The ,,~-*$%@£#
£@%$*-~,,, House He Suspects And Resents Our ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, Inaction. But He Doesn'T Have The ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, Energy To Scold Us. He Weakens Quickly. ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, It Is Not Long Before He Is Still Tired ,,~-*$%@£#
£@%$*-~,,, Even In The Morning And Must ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, Cutting To Us As Well, Untrusting That ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, We Will Carry It Out. ,,~-*$%@£#
£@%$*-~,,, ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, Now He Leaves As Soon As He'S Awake And ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, Falls Asleep As Soon As He Returns. We ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, Are Left To Care For Us And The House ,,~-*$%@£#
£@%$*-~,,, And The Orchard. But It Is Hard And We ,,,~-*$%@£
#£@%$*-~,, Are Distracted. We Are Not As ,,~-*$%@£#
##£@%$*-~, Persistent As Father And Quickly Fall ,~-*$%@£##
#£@%$*-~,, Behind In Our Duties. ,,~-*$%@£#
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