
The following is a poem penned by one of Margaret’s best friends:
A SCOTTISH BEAUTY
Once upon a time in Nineteen seventy two,
Came a dark haired Scottish Beauty across the ocean blue.
She came to make her fortune, she knew she couldn’t fail,
Always knew what she wanted, never told a tale.
Men would try to win her, delay her for a while,
Never with success with that beauty from the British Isle.
She travelled the country over to see what she could see,
Gold, Silver and Diamonds is what it would have to be.
Not long it was before riches did abound,
Really not surprising for the smartest girl around,
Now that she is wealthy, No more she’ll have to roam,
I wonder if she might not go back to her Scottish home.
Certainly I would miss her if she did not show,
Because that Scottish Beauty is the nicest girl I know.
From your old Trapper Friend Donny.
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