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#@#£§%†-,, Large Bend Like A Scooping Hand And A ,,-†%§£#@#
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#£§%†,,,,, 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 ,,-†%§£#@#
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#@#£§%†-,, 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 ,,-†%§£#@#
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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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###£§%†-,, 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 ,,-†%§£#@#
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