Casual

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Casual

It's still a mystery to me
That the word
Casual
When you say it
Has only two
Syllables.
Maybe I'm just not good
At casual...
I get hung up on those two vowels
And get the timing
All wrong.
I get stuck
Too easily
Between the U and the
Me...
I mean the U and the
A, of course.
Can you reteach me?

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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Sweater Weather 0
Morning Light 0
100 Miles 0
Falling Short 0
Hot Bath 0
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Driving Off Again 0
Too Pretty 1
Regret 0
Trials of a Hipster 0
Running on Empty 0
October 25th, 2013 0
School Tricks 0
Lifeguard 0
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Backbone 0
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Reflection IV (Midnight Musings) 0
Chipped 0
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Reflection II 0
Aflame 0
Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy 0
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Someone's Missing 0
Casual 0
Vertical Truth 0
Nineteen Minutes 1
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Voicemail 0
"You were the best thing that's ever happened to me." 0
Pet Peeve 0
Oregon Coast 0
fin 0
Sun Lakes 0
Writer's Block 0
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(No longer) Drowning 0
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TV 0
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Things 0
Missing You 0
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