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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I clicked SEND
I must have lost my friends, I should not have clicked "send", I meant to email you instead My mind was half asleep, I called them lazy sheep, now they cut me dead. I don’t know what it was, Maybe just because The mailing list starts with "A" Now I'm so uptight I stared at that screen all night The screen that led me astray (chorus) There is no hack That can take it back, No magic “undo” key. Friends may be sheep, But the cost was steep, When the truth-teller was me. (bridge) Next time I’ll pause and breathe, Count to ten before bytes leave. Read it twice before I click. Because now I feel sick, I jumped backwards off the crag, The cats escaped out of the bag. In social effigy I hang No sense of humor in that gang I've become a hermit living in caves A wild eyed maniac who rants and raves I still feel the hurt, still feel the pang. When I hit that key, and the first phone rang.
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