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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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