I dreamed of a celebrity,
just the other day.
Hounded by the paparazzi,
with little to say.
The sounds of voices was immense,
with silly requests.
The people tightly packed, intense.
Standing room at best.
Yet unfazed he was as he walked,
chewing on a sweet,
through the crazed and mad hordes that squawked,
as he crossed the street.
I dreamed I was a celebrity,
and it was weird!
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