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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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