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Standing here being bumped in the middle of a crowd, 
Hoping you'll hear me shouting and yelling out loud. 
I'm waving a book I treasure way high in the air. 
Such excitement I am thinking, I can hardly bare. 
Please give me your autograph; I know I'm a hound, 
But if you oblige, I'll feel I'm floating off the ground. 
For you are my idol and as I stand out here and scream, 
I begin to shake and tears run down my face in a stream. 
A fainting spell is coming on any minute now, I fear, 
As I'm looking up and seeing you soon coming near. 
I must be quite a sight as you hand be back my book, 
As I'm washed in camera light and everyone begins to look. 
Through tears, I thank you, and even though there was no touch; 
This page in my autograph book will always mean so much.

© Copyright By Jean E. Gorney