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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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