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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.                 $*†--,,,,,
,,,,,,--†*                                          *†--,,,,,,
,,,,,,,--† Father  Is  Away During  The  Day  Doing †--,,,,,,,
,,,,,,--†* Important  Things Elsewhere. He Is Weary *†--,,,,,,
,,,,,--†*$ 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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