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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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I Sing Solo Acoustic
Duets? Oh no, those are no longer my style. I tried them with you for a good long while. But your voice always overpowered mine. Did you think you sounded that Divine? Let me set you straight, and it's a fact, not sure I can without anger, just tact. So I'll spit it out to you so you can see, my life with you was no great symphony. As a composer of music, I will commend, but that's where your conducting merits end. Master of the keyboard you might well be, no longer the maestro can you ever be to me. "Emotional dysfunction." You write that score. You plucked the strings of my heart til they tore. The flute resounded my mournful lonely cries. Foolish Maestro, write a song that will apologize. When I left I took the lyrics I wrote for your songs. Maybe that was selfish and perhaps it was wrong. But you caused the pain, closed the door to discussion. Write a new song including your sour tones of percussion. I've taken that baton away from you. Now it's in my hand. I learned to conduct my own life, and I lead my own band. I left you all the instruments. You still have your music. I've found peace, and I'm happy singing solo in acoustic. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ December 13th 2015
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