School: Clochar na Toirbhirte, Lic Snámha (roll number 11849)

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We always see it, and the King seldom sees it, and God never sees it.
His own equals.

As round as a marble, as deep as a cup, and all the men in Kerry couldn't pull it up.
A pump.

Little red Tom with a red, red nose and the longer he stands the shorter he grows.
A Candle

What part of a cow goes over the ditch the

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