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¶&%»:,,,,, Large Bend Like A Scooping Hand And A ,,,,,:»%&¶
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@&:»:,,,,, 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 ,:»:%&@¶¶¶
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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 ,,,,»:%&&@
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#¶&%»,,,,, Every Morning Our Father Clears The ,,,,,»%&¶#
##¶@&%:»:, Ferns And Uproots The Bushes Only For ,:»:%&@¶##
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#@@&:::,,, Leaves Are Teal, White And Yellow, Some ,,,:::&@@#
##¶@&%:»:, Even The Color Of Wine. They Have Lilac ,:»:%&@¶##
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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 ,:»:%&@¶##
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##¶@&%:»:, 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 ,:»:%&@¶##
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##¶@&%:»:, Comes Home And Until Then We Enjoy ,:»:%&@¶##
##¶@&%:»:, Them. Sometimes An Animal Will Sneak In ,:»:%&@¶##
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##¶@&%:»:, 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. ,:»:%&@¶##
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###@&%:»:, 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 ,:»:%&@¶##
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