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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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