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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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Man, What’s the Rush?
Man, What’s the Rush? Music swirls like a summer storm, each note becoming a new form/ The horn speaks free in smoky jazz club rooms/ where jazz shadows sway and silence drinks in Monk's play/ Syncopated verses leap/ Sonic abstract jazz finds new life in innovative, revolutionary organic jazz, steppin' out into a new cookin' funk orchestration/ Guitarist John McLaughlin Grooves awaken in the mind, and meditation settles there/ a quiet home within the soul that is reelin' in the feelin'/ Man, that's something' else/ You bein' a cosmic swing jazz philosopher sing speaking' the hip dialogue of Ken Nordine/ In the clutter of a jazz-lit life/ art becomes a quiet riot rebellion/ and the work of our political jazz masters hang deep in our horn playin' activism of truth/ ya dig? Here, in this sound stage of life The day keeps shouting/ It has to be done/ But the horn bends time and asks, Man, what’s the rush?
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