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Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What is never used unless it's in a tight place?
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?