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The old hippie grandma, groovy and free,
A flower child, as wild as can be.
With her tie-dye shirts and flowing hair,
She's a living legend, beyond compare.
She danced at Woodstock, in the mud and rain,
Spreading love and peace, her eternal refrain.
Her spirit is young, her heart is bright,
Her zest for life, a beacon of light.
She sings along to Janis and Jim,
Her love for rock 'n' roll, never dim.
Her laughter echoes through the air,
Her joy contagious, beyond compare.
Her stories of the past, so wild and bold,
Of protests and love, and stories untold.
Her wisdom shines, a guiding star,
As she spreads love and peace, near and far.
The old hippie grandma, a legend of lore,
Her spirit lives on, forevermore.
With her free spirit and youthful flame,
She'll always be remembered by her groovy name.