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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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Mr. Ford, why did you make The cars which cause such deep heartache?... From MOTs to punctured tyre, Was that a gun, or did I misfire? Parking tickets, yellow lines; Wheelclamps, countless crushing fines; Insurance costs, CCTV Congestion Charge for you and me; Broken mirrors, cracks and scrapes- Stolen cars, false number plates; Big bills from men I cannot trust, Who warn of camshaft cracks and rust; Some love to drive with beer can filled; ‘Who cares if I, -or they-, are killed?’ Road-rage, shouting, broken glass: Some cannot let an insult pass. The traffic jams we see each day Seem made to wear the clutch away. ‘Was that a space that just went by? Or must I drive ‘till our tank’s dry?’ The eyesore of the breaker’s yard With twisted metal, dull and marred. There’s poisoning from lead-filled plumes; Monoxide clouds, and choking fumes. Excuse me for the way I talk: But Mr. Ford… today I’ll walk!
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