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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 follow you all the time and copy your every move but you can't touch me or catch me. What am I?
I make a loud noise when changing jacket. I become bigger and delicious.
I crushed on Wendy Darling.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?