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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 ,,«***£###
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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 ,,«***£###
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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 ,,,«***£##
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