Enda Wyley reads
I Saw Ten of Them Ramble Across the Land
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I saw ten of them ramble across the land— six brothers and their sisters strutting about all in high spirits. A fine robe of skin— it was quite clear to see—hung on the wall of each of their houses. And not one of them was hard done by, nor did it pain them to move about, robbed of their delicate skin, gnawing the withering shoots, roused by the power of the guardian of heaven. New clothes are there for the taking by those who before roamed out naked; they stuffed over the ground. Listen to more readings from The Word Exchange »