Poem: Not that poem, this one instead

Not that poem, this one instead

I know, I could write that,
but you expect it, I guess,

or I expect it, maybe
is what I mean.  I mean
I thought of it
and it is an idea
I would have,

I did have,

but this is something
else, I think,

is not what I expected
from myself,
is what I did
when I said "no"

to what I expected.
It may have been
a bad idea,
considering it,

but it was worth 
taking that risk.

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