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Nov 2016
I climbed on your limbs when I was a child. I built my first house in you. I hung my swing from your strongest branch and I carved my history into your bark. You have weathered the storms with me and you are my favorite place to think. Now in the long days of my life, you comfort me. In your shade I take rest from my labors and watch others play in you. As you stand a sentinel I will likely take my final rest under your branches. Live long my old friend and give comfort to others have you have given it to me.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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