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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. #,##,#,#,#
,#,#,#,,#, #,,#,#,#,#
,#,#,#,##, 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. #,##,#,#,#
,#,#,#,,#, #,,#,#,#,#
,#,#,#,##, 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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