please read this, it is my life story...
I was born somewhere in the desterts of mangolia, where the winds are
chilly and men eat dogs for breakfats.
I ahve eaten dogs, but only for luch.
What's 56+76?
what is ther capital of Poland?
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;