A Mildy Horrible for Chloe

I am about to go to get some rest,
But I must alas confess,
That today I felt quite bland,
Like a depressing country band,
But then I hung with Chlo,
And we talked of all our woes,
We downed a fair few wines,
And had a darling time.

I know I have before spoke,
Of my detest for most folk,
But Chlo is a lovely sack (of shit),
Perhaps the greatest in the pack,
Without her I'd be dead,
But for now, I'll go to bed.

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