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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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