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Gazoo

Gazoo

 
     I was just thinking  today, remembering Gazoo from the Fred Flintstone day's

Bedrock and wheels made of stone

If I recall, Fred and Barney wore a skirt, and bam bam and pebbles were squirts 
In a happy home 
 Gazoo was always on Fred's shoulder, whispering things, Fred, "sell your soul" 
Fred would say, Gazoo get lost

I was thinking about Wilma and Fred, Mr. Slate, and Gazoo, as I've said
And Dino, the Dinasour 
Everybody hears from Gazoo, turn your head and you can look at him too
or just ignore him

2021
 

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Popop Rifici

Hey hey Jimmy boy  Yabba dabba do
thank you

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Jim "The Lad" ....

haha ! that big of bird on my shoulder if I remember well enough would be sent home to roost! He could reason with incarceration! lol!

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Popop Rifici

Gazoo was not a bird, James, 
He was a spirit 
he comes in many forms

beware jtl 
JTL beware

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Must have been my memory failing me! was he a good spirit? sounds like a bad spirit! that is why I wouldn't reason with him, you would hear half truths!

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Popop Rifici

But James  
the good gazoo was on the other shoulder 
 all in the way you look at things' 
democrats
republicans??
 

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