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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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The Politician
Pork - chop cheeks and whiskey smiles, couldn't hear the screams, or feel the clinched fist of anguish. Just gravy boats, reporters notes And passenger windows, a self-perpetuated pride, an collective team of ego. laughing in hysterical deliverance of ignorance. Playing around, intentionally oblivious, to disastrous decisions. Twenty plus years too late. National incompetence the scourge of historical importance, shattered a nations livelihood. millions of pieces scattered in a dense foggy wood. the gathering of like-minded fools, the greatest education and finest halls. exemplary in the tradition of failure, perfect in self service. number one, next to none, perfection in vile thoughts, the master of demon guile. And under every rock you lurk, sociopathic and absurd, elevated by one’s will, the autocratic style. how does a pauper rise to noble feats?, by A system of tricks and treats? a self justification in heaps of linguistic beats. A democracy to those who plunder the harvest reaps, not for all, or those who need, just those who wash your feet, place great measures for promised privilege. To thrive turn by turn a circle peerage, flashing the cleavage of mockery, just showing off a parading aristocracy. The instrument of control, the hammer to our freedom, chisel to our expression, a square to our heart-felt intention. The drill to our completion, our real nightmare..........the politician.
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