I have the most sudden urge to tell everyone how I feel.
Tapping, ticking, tock.
Put me in your pocket; I'd like that a lot.
The front pocket; I'm not the one to ride in the back.
I'm light as a feather, not the kind of weight you would have to carry.
What do you think about that?
Propositions.
Purposefully placed proportions.
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