The coldest winter that ever touched my hand,
Was the summer that I arrived in Scotland.
The only time that my manhood ever did wilt,
Was the time that I wore myself a Scottish kilt.
The scariest food that I have ever ate,
Was when I dined on Haggis, with a mate.
The only time my soul was full of strife,
Was when a Scottish woman became my wife.
The most beautiful land that I've ever been in,
It was Scotland, and I can't wait to return again.
Randy L. McClave
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