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| Compass Rose There's a compass rose spread about on every chart A mariner takes to sea. It shows a deviation But the chart doesn't agree. Longitude and latitude Make up every chart, it's true. North is north, and south is south, But something is askew. It seems the earth has a magnetic field That only the compass knows, And to straighten out this mess, We have the compass rose. Each and every one Is different in it's guide, As they show the mariner The true direction of the ride. George C. Clements |