School: An Fearann (roll number 14438)

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1. Weather-Lore (continued)

   

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   Quits mutton bones on grass to feast. Puss on the hearth with velvet paws, Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws. The rooks, how odd their flight, They imitate the gliding kite, And headlong downwards seem to fall, As if they felt the piercing ball". The clear blue sky is the sign of fine weather. "Evening red and morning gray puts the traveller on his way. But evening gray and morning red pours rain on the travellers head".

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2. A Local Runner

   

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   During the past sixty years Ireland has produced many great athletes. One that could be ranked among the best of his day is William Corcoran, Aherla, Co. Cork.
   When he was growing up very little was known of his ability to run. He made his first public appearance as a runner at Carrigaline where he competed for the Senior Cross-Country Championship of the county. At the

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