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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 ,,,,,,,«*†
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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 ,,,,,,,«*†
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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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