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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. #@£***«~,,
,,,~«***£@ @£***«~,,,
,,,,~«***£ 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.) #@£***«~,,
,~«***£@## ##@£***«~,
,,~«***£@# 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. #@£***«~,,
,,,~«***£@ @£***«~,,,
,,,,~«***£ 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. @£***«~,,,
,,,,~«***£ £***«~,,,,
,,,~«***£@ 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. ##@£***«~,
,,~«***£@# #@£***«~,,
,,,~«***£@ 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. @£***«~,,,
,,~«***£@# #@£***«~,,
,~«***£@## 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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