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I am the kind of ant that's good at math.
What is made of wood, but can't be sawed?
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 have hundreds of ears but cannot hear a thing. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?