Angela Wybrow

Silver Star - 3,426 Points (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

Angela Wybrow Poems

1. Remembering Misty 5/31/2011
2. Summer's Here At Last! 6/1/2011
3. The 10k Run 6/6/2011
4. The Journey Home 6/6/2011
5. Dumped 6/7/2011
6. A Summer Shower 6/4/2011
7. Summer On The South Bank 6/12/2011
8. No One Quite Like You! 6/13/2011
9. Frog Frenzy 6/15/2011
10. Darkness Falls 6/17/2011
11. The Hawk Moth 6/27/2011
12. Charity Shop Bear 7/12/2011
13. Dusty Springfield 7/13/2011
14. My Hero: Michael Crawford 7/20/2011
15. It's Going To Be A Good Day 6/28/2011
16. We Love To Moan! 7/27/2011
17. Press Intrusion 7/30/2011
18. Road Works 7/31/2011
19. Bbc Proms 7/31/2011
20. Christmas Carol Singalong 8/1/2011
21. At The Stage Door 8/3/2011
22. Sand Storm 8/4/2011
23. Day Dreaming 8/5/2011
24. Party In The Park 8/7/2011
25. New Friends (Ducks) 8/8/2011
26. Season Of Unrest 8/9/2011
27. Discovering Shakespeare 8/9/2011
28. Trouble On The Trains 8/13/2011
29. Market Day 8/14/2011
30. One Little Comment 8/15/2011
31. Steam Dreams 8/20/2011
32. The Edinburgh Military Tattoo 8/26/2011
33. Diana, Princess Of Wales Memorial Fountain 8/31/2011
34. Cold Calling 9/2/2011
35. The Storm 9/6/2011
36. Remembering 9/11: Ten Years On 9/11/2011
37. Dear Daddy-Long-Legs 9/11/2011
38. One-Eyed Bear 9/16/2011
39. Kite Surfers 9/18/2011
40. Keep Talking 9/18/2011

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    We met briefly by the river you gave me this website address and we had a brief conversation but i never got around to telling i have 4 guitars that i have not played for 20 years but i would like to meet you again, if only briefly.

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Best Poem of Angela Wybrow

The Missing Sock

This afternoon, I had quite a big shock:
I discovered that I have a missing sock!
I put my socks inside the washing machine,
But now one sock is nowhere to be seen.

I started my hunt earlier - had a scout around,
But, as yet, the missing sock is still to be found.
It's not hung on the line or the clothes airer.
It needs to be reunited with me: its wearer.

The socks were one of my favourite pairs:
Light blue with a snowy white polar bear.
They also had stars sewn with silvery thread.
I've looked on the floor and inside my bed.

With a missing ...

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Remembering Misty

Sometimes it felt like you were my only friend,
And I was so upset when it all came to an end.
When I heard the news that you had died,
I'll readily admit the fact that I cried.

Racing towards me, you didn't seem to have a second to spare.
It was almost like your life depended on you getting there.
Upon arrival at my feet, you'd promptly turn away from me,
So as I could stroke the fur on your back very gently.

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