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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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