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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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Weekend Warrior
Why? Why not! Their point of view Each Friday they drank vengeance every bottle drowned another ache Knights shedding the end of a week elegant shine lost in devil may care Needs numbed in a 3-day marathon Drink, drink, drink until dread's dead... Why not? Coz they can't unsee a view ailments never quit piling rays gamma radiation ever shooting - more cancer reactions 'n side effects that conquer In and out they pass, dysenteric E.coli offsetting the once ominous virus polio raked out but replaced by a Covid war... (12/25/2020: '96 Fun Country DMS; memories of Hoodless..) II - Sharon and Adeline So who gets the blame, for the perfidy of their young lives, having shared of caustic adults and their lust-groping girth? A petite, astute blonde with candid need of sexualized aura Never concealed, she’d writhe a come-hither to grown men Never liking the boys who were closer to her pretty preteen Only seeking pernicious pleasures of a pedophile aficionado Not contrite, she’d dance the pole, just as mom had shown… As she envied voluptuous Adeline, perfunctory in beauty's miasma Nothing contrived in her distrust of oglers whose gaze could harken Devils from her past, piercing them with angry blues so condemned… As her mom disabled, leaned on a man who made Addie his manna Dined on precocious curves she’d wish had never been bequeathed Exploding in tantrums she fought unable to suppress all the seethe… Little girls lost in the littler woman’s world, of the big man’s brothel It was a ruse that it had closed, for females still suffer these incubi Nice asses openly paraded non-stop; lower wages that still demean Elderly men joking with objectified daughters, still considered, wise… (2/22/2021: DMS; memories of SCH)
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