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summer day, first bike
training wheels removed
father’s hand upon my back
then Dad is gone without
announcing he was letting go
outgrown, hand it down
gears, pals, distant rides
chain jumps the sprockets
flats fixed, chrome shined
uphill climb, coasting down
what smoother means
of transporting us
give me your answer true
from one memorable
metaphor to an enigmatic clue?
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