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To Mindless Forces.

 who tumble all the stones along the shore of Campobello Island,
smacking glass with sand until the cutting edge is frost, I'm
telling you--for whom all wars and ages are a day's grind-- to go
on grinding. Smooth and fling me now with what you flung before. This
way the prayer is answered if not heard. The sea heaves dumbly on but I
can speak. Sea, take this shore and the whole New Brunswick coast. I
call your taking fine. 
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Author:Hays, K.A.
Publication:The Carolina Quarterly
Article Type:Poem
Geographic Code:1CNBR
Date:Jan 1, 2010
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