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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.) ,,~«*§¤##@
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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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