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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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It Reeks Of
Backdoor sound byte diarrhea hurls Sticky tongue bowel overflow Little green froggies say the Apollo man from Mars ain’t gonna fighter plane land in a nuclear day or so Sphincter hole toilet bowl saliva swirls got an oven baked brownie glow Little kyrptonite toadies say the Venus-born superwoman wanna lead Pilate the flyby band, be a peace hawk sis bro’ Such lyrical lying done on a mythical scale ... it reeks of, you don’t wanna know Lying kings and queens — Roaring eagles of the blue sky are on a soaring, white cloud predator prowl Flying below the radar; dropping constipated truth bombs, which nay palm skin burn with strategic flush, royal greed accuracy Lying low bow silo, with uranium stealth arrows, in the waste land dead zone Noxious fear vapors on a vulture mushroom blow Fiery serpent wing plume shadows give more territory to own Much lying done on a global kill scale ... it reeks of death, and you don’t wanna know that smell Extinction level pyre inhale W2 Three trust me, you don’t ever wanna nostril feel that rotting, bone ash exhale
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