A grandma with gray hair was driving her convertible very fast.
Riding around with the radio on full blast.
She was looking real hip.
Like she had just returned from a fountain of youth trip.
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Grandma had just returned from a fountain of youth trip. What an amazing trip this was in observation. Grandma was very affectionate definitely. A nicely penned poem is presented from memory...10