We came from the bogs.
No house sitting on a hill for a thousand generations,
No windswept seaside town with old friends from birth,
No absence of the pressing spectre of family disfunction.
We are the one-offs: A rare and unique wool blend.
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We came from the bogs.
No house sitting on a hill for a thousand generations,
No windswept seaside town with old friends from birth,
No absence of the pressing spectre of family disfunction.
We are the one-offs: A rare and unique wool blend.