Wilmot CrabsA Poem by Wayne RileyQuite all forlorn sat Wilmot Crabs, His tash all thorny threadbare, ‘The older that I grow each day, The less I seem to care.’ Said Wilmot Crabs upon a while, ‘I have no time for chatter.’ Then wandered to a gaping womb And thought upon the matter.
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Wayne RileyDoncaster, South Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutWayne Riley was born in God’s own county, Yorkshire. The 70s, sensational for long hair down to your flares, also gave Wayne his first writing experience, a short, hand-penciled story about the .. more..Writing
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