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Friend or fang?

Friend or fang?

The beauty of a bike

Is that adventures lie

Around the far corner

And up the block ahead.

And the wind in my face

With the sun on my back,

Was I oblivious

To the friend, or the fang?

I listened to the breeze

Then heard a faint rapping.

Pad, paw, claw on pavement,

Predator upon me?

No matter, he was kind

Or not, dog lies behind.

-Bob Maulucci

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