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,,~†^%@¶@#                   ~~~~                   #@¶@%^†~,,
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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.) ¶¶¶@%^†~,,
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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.                 @¶¶@%^†~,,
,,~†^%%%@@                                          @@%%%^†~,,
,,~†^%@¶@# 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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,,~†^%@¶@#                                          #@¶@%^†~,,
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