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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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Land of the Free, Home of the Enslaved
Hive mind behind. Recognize the sign. A different train to align. Travel alone. Taking time. Beware, riptide. Changing clime. Soon, hunters blind, won't hide, what they want. What you have, inside. Nothing sacred. Secrets. What's had, confide. Divulge what's missed. No sanctum clarified. Transparency will be verified. One man island, rarified. Forcing narrow, they preach the wide. Actions justified. In turn, hang the spy. Freedom rescind. It's all a lie. Clipped wings. Our Eagle no longer can fly. This guy reveals truth. Traitor label. Media to fry. Populace blind, rejected. Lines fade. Time comes to choose a side. Apathy runs out. Some things can't slide. Hand out. No free ride. Shackles instead. Sated appetite. Blind children, lost. Eating what's fed. What price you pay. Sheep follow where led. Cliff face, up ahead. Soon, we will all be dead. Wake up. Get up. Go earn that corporate bread. Pursue the dream they've placed inside your head. The more you earn, the machine will discern, a bigger piece is needed, before your turn. This world, overgrown, needing to burn. Mistakes made. Repeated. Human race won't learn. Job ad. Help wanted. Leader needed at the stern. Job description. To navigate the spurn. This government. Their upturn. Back to basic, we must return. From path, sure demise to adjourn. Turn off the tv. Read. Learn. Grow. This should be the only concern, instead of choosing cheese, to go with bitter pills' sauterne. -Angel Fatale-
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