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My Favorite Junkyard

My Favorite Junkyard was owned by Fred G. Sanford The G stood for Good Times He was full of surprise with humorous delight As a kid I would visit his junkyard every night If he wasn’t filling me with laughter, he was filling me with cheer Oh, how I wish that Fred G was still here He ran the junkyard with his son named Lamont Going back and forth with a quirky response They had the most junk that you could ever imagine From the floor to the ceiling always ready to cash in He had a sister-in-law that he loved to hate Her name was Ester and she always took his bait Fred had a good buddy and his name was Grady When they linked up, you always know it was shady Fred had great health but there was one drawback Fred was always faking like he had a heart attack Grabbing his chest with his hand in the air Screaming, Oh! Elizabeth, I’m coming to join you there Dear old Fred always kept me in laughter He never sold a thing but he was such a great actor

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Date: 10/30/2019 3:23:00 PM
Without a DOUBT...I saw a few shows...he was GREAT... Nice Tribute
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