Challenge
Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Styx; flows
I sat down by the River Styx
I thought of how i was in such a fix
Weary of the past, angst for the morrow pricks
Thoughts ablur and feelings amix
All days the same, no matter five or six.
Time goes on but the memory sticks
The river flows on, the River Styx...
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