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¨¨,«;%@#£# Stands Our House In The Middle Of A #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨¨,«;%@#£ The Animals That We Fight To Keep Away, £#@%;«,¨¨¨
¨¨,«;%@#£# For They Speak To Us To Join Them In #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# 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 #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# 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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¨¨,«;%@#£# Important Things Elsewhere. He Is Weary #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# 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 #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# And Smell Good, And There Is Little #£#@%;«,¨¨
¨¨¨,«;%@#£ Decoration In Our House. But When £#@%;«,¨¨¨
¨¨,«;%@#£# Father Comes Home He Is Angry And Cuts #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# Scared Of Him Then. #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# Beautiful! We Wait Just Until Father #£#@%;«,¨¨
¨¨¨,«;%@#£ Comes Home And Until Then We Enjoy £#@%;«,¨¨¨
¨¨,«;%@#£# Them. Sometimes An Animal Will Sneak In #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# 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 #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# Now He Leaves As Soon As He'S Awake And #£#@%;«,¨¨
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¨¨,«;%@#£# Are Left To Care For Us And The House #£#@%;«,¨¨
¨¨¨,«;%@#£ And The Orchard. But It Is Hard And We £#@%;«,¨¨¨
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