Cycling Class All waiting was over The time was now here Trust in my father Would conquer my fear First he would push me Then he’d let go Grace was a word I still didn’t know Wobbling side to side I would fall Next from a distance his deep voice would call “Don’t worry, you can try again tomorrow”                                                      Thal Dixon                                                      Previously Published in                                                      Apropos Volume V #2                                                      November 1993                                                      Apropos
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