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Atlas: A Villanelle

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All the world is crumbling
I feel so tired, so worn,
My fingers are fumbling

This weight gained through bumbling
It’s more than can be borne
All the world is crumbling

In all the family’s grumbling
I had just felt torn-
My fingers are fumbling!

I can’t hold it and it’s humbling
Now all that’s left is to mourn
All my world is crumbling

But, I won’t take this pummeling!
No more of feeling forlorn
“My fingers are fumbling”!

I’ll have no more quiet mumbling
This is my lot, it shall be borne:
All the world is crumbling,
My fingers are fumbling





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