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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 $†«^,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^«† Them.  Sometimes An Animal Will Sneak In †«^,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,^« But We Always Shoo Them Out. With  Fresh «^,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,^ Cut  Flowers  Thrown  Right Outside  The ^,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, House   He  Suspects  And   Resents  Our ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Inaction.  But   He   Doesn'T  Have  The ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Energy  To Scold Us. He Weakens Quickly. ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, It Is Not Long Before He  Is Still Tired ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Even    In   The    Morning   And   Must ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,    Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed    ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Cutting To  Us As  Well, Untrusting That ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,^           We Will Carry It Out.          ^,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,^«† Now He Leaves As Soon As He'S  Awake And †«^,,,,,,,
,,,,,,^«†$ 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 @@$†«^,,,,
,,,^«†$@@@ Are    Distracted.   We   Are   Not   As @@@$†«^,,,
,,^«†$@@@# Persistent As  Father  And Quickly  Fall #@@@$†«^,,
,^«†$@@@##          Behind In Our Duties.           ##@@@$†«^,
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