<|im_start|>system
You are a helpful AI assistant.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Can you write a poem about a road in Madison, WI known as the beltline?<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
Sure, here is a poem about the Beltline in Madison, WI:

The Beltline

A concrete ribbon, stretching wide,
A ring around the city's side,
A highway that connects us all,
A road that's always full of crawl.

Through neighborhoods and parks it goes,
Past schools and businesses and homes,
A constant stream of traffic flows,
A never-ending line of woes.

But still we use it, day and night,
To get to work or school or sight,
To visit friends or family,
Or just to get away from city.

The Beltline, it's a part of us,
A necessary evil, yes,
But it's also a way to move,
A way to get around and groove.

So next time you're on the Beltline,
Don't curse it or despise it,
Just remember that it's there,
A part of our city's fair.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Can you provide a condensed version?<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
In Madison, where dreams abound and life unfolds,
The Beltline, a road, its story untold.
Cars in a dance, weaving patterns bold,
Connecting lives and dreams, a journey to behold.

Morning commuters in the soft sunrise's hold,
Urban rhythms hum as tales are told.
Through seasons changing, a steadfast road,
Nature and progress together, harmoniously unfold.

Beneath the city's hustle and bustling scenes,
The Beltline flows, connecting hopes and dreams.
A ribbon of unity, carrying life's schemes,
Madison's heart, in this road, forever gleams.<|im_end|>