Switch on--a low whine.
Eerie...black and white,
and many shades of green.
There, green men in black
pants and shirts, and green
hats...smiling black smiles.
Green packs on dark backs,
walking on white trails in
green brush.
No friend of mine over there.
No friend of mine on that end
of the scope.



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