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The Past will come up rushing from behind you,

And pound you into the Present,

Driving your pitiful, shivering Body,

Into a boundless Future

The Past will come up rushing from behind you, And pound you into the Present, Driving your pitiful, shivering Body, Into a boundless Future

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You just think all poetry is gay.

There is nothing particularly gay about this poem, get over it.