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An ape sits still with eyes so wise,
In gaze profound, beneath gray skies.
A furrowed brow, a subtle grin,
A timeless calm upon her skin.
No painted queen, no gilded crown,
But in her stare, a wisdom’s found.
What secrets, Mona Ape, you keep
In forests vast, in jungles deep?
Her eyes speak not of human pride,
But nature’s grace, of roots and tide.
And there she sits, serene and grand—
A Mona, wild, across the land.
