Those poems are almost all in vernacular: "What a dull meeting, still on Friday morning." "Driving home for 3 hours, the sky is gray." "My eyes hurt so much, Can't sleep."...Sentences like "The golden one is the bonfire, and now he says he loves me" are pretty good. After all, the “authors” of these short sentences didn’t even know when they wrote Twitter that their chatter and complaints would be extracted by such a system to assemble the “longest poem.”