Robert J. Sawyer RED PLANET BLUES

For

Sherry Peters

There are strange things done ’neath the Martian sun

By those who seek the mother lode;

The ruddy trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold;

The twin moonlights have seen queer sights,

But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the shore of a lake of yore

I terminated a transferee.

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