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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When we were younger…we prided ourselves in being what we would call hip! We were hip by our music, by how we danced, even the clothes that we wore. and as grandma’s and grandpas we still think we’re hip but we’re told no-one uses that term anymore…. Back then when it came time to watch the Grammys we knew the words to every song… we watched as the performers did their singing and dancing and we danced and we sang along… But as the years have slipped away from us though we still have our musical hunger it seems the people doing the singing have gotten younger and younger and younger. So now when it’s time to watch the Grammys we don’t always feel we belong… We often can’t understand what it is they are singing which makes it impossible to sing along. And if we try to dance like they dance we don’t feel like hipsters…at all. In fact the only hip we are feeling Is the one that we bruise…when we fall! So now we sit back and relax watching the Grammys they still put on a wonderful show and we listen and try as old hipsters to pick up and use their argot… So this year we were dope with the clothes they wore on that stage and dope with the songs that were sung… though we’re pretty sure dope doesn’t mean the same thing as it did back when we hipsters were young.
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