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Feb 2016
Roaring in the deepest jungles with a voice like a crashing river. You climb high into a tree to survey your land. Hiding in dense undergrowth, you command your band with a majestic fierceness that is the thing of legend. Having survived hardship and challenges to become supreme ruler of all that is yours. You show your silver lines with pride and wisdom. Though you can rip apart a tree with your bare hands, you still display gentleness towards the young of your band. Most noble of the great apes, you oh silver back are to be admired and respected.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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