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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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