Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

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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Let It Explode
Every day it seems a battle, finds a way to leave you rattled, the nonsense you see on TV, lots of lies from the legacy, traffic jams, can’t work from home, boss demands, tell his where to go, just goes on, the price we must pay, comes a time you must get away! I want to go off, let this thing blow off, the stress I’ll throw off, I want to go off. I want to go off, let this thing blow off, the stress I’ll throw off, let this thing explode. Find the time, bleed it off slowly, clear my mind of the unholy, make a plan, or maybe wing it, find something that I can sink in. Get a drink, maybe a woman, take a trip, get up and go then, some chaos, can be balancing, feel alive, that’s what I’m wanting. I want to go off, let this thing blow off, the stress I’ll throw off, I want to go off. I want to go off, let this thing blow off, the stress I’ll throw off, let this thing explode. Let this thing explode, let this thing explode, let this thing explode… every man must unload.
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