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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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Remember My Victory
REMEMBER MY VICTORY. On this tattered mat I yarn, Bitten up my rusty thumb, Reviewing all have lost to dust. This sophisticated explosion about To be awoken. Wonder breed ready to conceive Possibilities links, Growth relatedly started as my Time piece, Unlucky attitude, I never checked How I trim my weeds. Speed stole all I lead, With a windy shower in my dreams, I never knew the dead sea will Not sink a pin neither those she Breed fish. Neglecting worship for my gods Became a choice, Am presently stock in this complicated Hall, My sun begins to summersault. I started to trek without trace, The road was totally empty and Strange to my face, I sense my sandals would soon Quench for teast. Many thoughts, I have spat on, My tongue rolls out of control. This hole filled with hungry Toads is all I own. Have lost function with the Doctrine hope, My hair transcribe into my Daily bread, All my teeth completely disappears. No more, I can’t spread what hasn’t Been said. Above the clouds is sourly for the Dead, like me Must sink in this earth. No unnecessary tears for help, to Wash my head. I write in deep darkness, am sure You can tell, just three letters Are left for my end. I await the call of any friend. Air circulate without legs, She never sleeps nor cheat all men, It frustrate the witches and entertain The birds in their nest, Interestingly she keeps record of Heir under her care. You could wish to rub her dress, Never disturb chickens in there Fun fare. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
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