Analemma Dilemma
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Barry Middleton
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time keeps painting lazy eights
up and down the sky
I never know the azimuth
but somehow I get by
if I could only have a map
or better yet a globe
then I would know the way to go
without a cosmic probe
a shadow moves upon the dial
as time begins to fade
I answer to a distant call
I have my astrolabe
I'll find my way with Ptolemy
and I will travel far
for I can see the clearest course
to reach my hidden star
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