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Connect the dots, connect the dots:
There are lions in the sky,
lines that flash and wink out,
portents they used to say
of catastrophe

Connect the dots, connect the dots. . .
there is water there is life
there is a hole in the sky
only the hydrofluorocarbons know for sure
there is water there is life

Connect the dots, connect the dots--
a lion roars.
I read the paper
catastrophes are coming
catastrophes are coming

but the stars are beautiful



S.R. Compton is an occasional poet. In the last century, he had poems in Star*Line, Velocities, and Alba. He works as a senior copy editor at PC World Magazine in San Francisco.
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