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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 the photo graphic, 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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a leftwinger
Left wing Mother had tuberculosis and my sister, and I were sent to a place, a children’s home with many houses depending on age and sex my brother had already been sent to one he had found German hand grenades and used them at a disused airport. They made terrible noise and my brother had to spend some time at a hospital and later sent to a home on a small island working at the stone quarry. My sister and I had been invited to a big wedding a real working class Wedding with plenty of food, booze and beer for the adult and soft drinks for us. We had been told not to got, but we went anyway it was great a real classy wedding the bride I white. At first, there was jealousy amongst the women tearing of hair, The man couldn`t stand there watching, and a legendary fight ensued. Police sirens the police charge with batons but were beaten back reinforcement and gradually the party were peaceful and the police themselves working class left the scene. It was morning when we came back to the home that is my sister went back to the girls and I the boy`s awaiting punishment I was ten at the time and angry, when the big boss came, I threw a vase at him a week later I was on a farm milking cows. Ever since my childhood, it is my duty to speak up and defend the not haves.
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