A coin for the ferryman,
And your passage is paid.
To that dark nether land,
Where you will be laid.
A coin for the ferryman,
Just drop them in his palm.
On his ferry he stands,
So pale, bony and calm.
A coin for Charon,
He must have recompense.
On the Styx rowing on,
For A copper cent.
2/6/11 Alton Texas
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