Hanks's Hail to Wilson
Poor Hanks, on an island so bare,
With volleyball, he'd have a good stare.
He'd yell, "Wilson, friend!"
'Til the island's sad end,
Then ask, "Where's my FedEx airfare?"
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Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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