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I can never be stolen from you. I am owned by everyone. Some have more some have less.
I look at you you look at me I raise my right you raise your left.
Six letters do my name compound; among the aged oft I'm found; The shepherd also by the brook hears me when Leaning on his crook; but in the middle me divide and take the half on either side each backward read a liquor tell ev'ry gay toper knows it well.
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
I'm found in socks, scarves and mittens. I'm found in the paws of playful kittens. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?