A Horse Named Darling
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Marilyn Lott
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Hi, my name is Darling
At least it is, I think
They always call me Darling
When they feed or pour a drink
I thought I’d take a walk
It was a clear and snowy day
No one cared it seemed
They had nothing much to say
So I trotted down the road
Just a little ways
Sniffed here and sniffed there
One of those quiet days
I wouldn’t go very far
And I’ll listen carefully
‘Cause if I hear someone yell “Darling”
I’ll know they’re calling me!
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