Automatic Poem Machine™ Request #6: Date
Input:
Night,
Date,
Great
Into the night, we run.
High on air, wondering if we dare
ditch our chaperones.
I'd rate this date as
Great.
Except for the chaperones.
Come, answer that phone.
I like that ringtone.
Maybe if we call them, they'll
Play hookey for the rest of our date!
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