20 lines of poetry must be original,

In the early morning, I fell into a coffee cup, and 20 cigarettes were misty in the name of poetry. If you put them in a row, is it the answer you need? Zhao Lihua may be making a pear-flavored MengMeng, which is original. Or it has nothing to do with love, but I have long since stopped dreaming. I decided to dream for a while. I shit and fart in the north and south, and strictly abide by the landlord's request to expel love in the name of poetry. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Kicked love out of my single bed with a hard kick according to her ass. How far, how far, how far? Autumn waves make love miss hometown from now on. This dream is cool. I'm comfortable, no more, no less, just 20 lines.