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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A child hears a song on the radio and the music sets his mind aglow... at his age he’s too young to know he’s being sucked in the black, black hole of foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll. Tuned to the beat that fills his ears he merges with the sounds he hears, he doesn’t know just how severe the words that pulse play a role in foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll. Sex and surrender are entwined in lyric beats of metered time and as all decency is undermined... verse by verse the words take their toll through foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll. As he is swept by carnal tides religious values wash aside, all moral binds become untied... a beast within then gets paroled by foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll. So, entranced by the tunes he plays song by song he gets dragged away into the beat of world decay... he’s in lockstep on a fatal stroll with foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll. The handlers laugh at all of those who think that they have smelled a rose... but it’s just the thorns shoved up your nose by agents into mind control with foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
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