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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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I say a lot of things but little of it has any meaning These daily words and conversations are all too quick and fleeting But NEVER say the wrong thing; in this age you can’t delete them Lines have become blurry, distorted; drawn jagged and uneven Wrong might seem right for a minute, but then forever you’re a heathen Someone gets offended at the damage your opinion might be dealing Then the assailant isn’t even allowed to respond with any feelings Not remorse or regret nor will they hear any pleading Go away and rot and repent you guilty cretin Don’t disagree with me, don’t try to explain, I won’t hear a thing I’m too far ingrained into the world I maintain; to me, it is what it is Your truths are all false, I loudly explain; credit to your perspective I will never give Into one ear and right out the other go all the ideas by which you’ve lived So eventually everyone passes by each other not even speaking Now there’s too much risk. What’s the point? There’s no reason New issues arise and historical scabs surface again; our defeat is hidden with the values we’ve kept from ourselves, where they die lost and bleeding
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