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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 Sparrow
The Sparrow by Positive Mark Torch-burnt quills never offer apology. Scorched earth policies revive a dead polity. Force fed intellects give rise to economy. Those who don’t fit, I advise you to follow me. First, let’s pay homage to walls that were climbed. Put in the time, and you’ll shine like Coach Prime. Kill or be killed at the devil’s insistence. If you lack fortitude, strike from a distance. Fiery orators once fit the bill. Now, they’re a hallowed list of confirmed kills. Dead at the podium. Dead on the balcony. Genocide rhymes have become the new alchemy. Armies of men show their butt on the street. Reeks of an old auction, selling Black meat. Honest comedians cancelled for jokes. This is the new definition of woke. Now higher frequency thought has been shattered. Shirts weren’t printed when Black lives still mattered. No reparations for cultural rape. Modern day poets ain’t bustin’ a grape. Torches on quills that were once burning arrows. Who watches you, when his eye’s on the sparrow?
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