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Counting to Zen

Wan and pale, sadly.
Too,    as tired as you.
Tree    of life giving friuts.
 Fore     is the way to Nirvana.
 Fife       a place  for seclusion.
 Sex        Not a word need be told.
 Severn    Take a dip, relax.
 Height     as high  as you can go
 Nye          is a flock of whatever (monks?)
  Zen          Heaven (for some).
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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