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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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