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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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Cement Pillow
Cement Pillow Blame, blame, blame makes playing life’s game so much easier to do… Shift it, change it, switch it as long as it ain’t put on you. Blame, blame, blame Mom’s the easiest target… since dad I never knew. Blame, blame, blame Let others wear the shame… As you rip a beat/ freestyle & put on a show… Convinced that such is true, that chip on his shoulder is free to grow & grow. Blame, blame, blame No! Son try a ‘lil’ Socratic Reasoning… You might find out it was truly all your own choices & actions… In reality the blame all belongs to you. Blame, blame, blame “No, no, no!” Is the retort I get… Look back in truth with that gifted brain Choosing still to refrain, cause the performance is way cooler, when one has been ripped off and beaten down by one who’s sposed to help you make gain. Blame, blame, blame “If I truthfully look back, think hard and follow the logic, I might have to accept that it was my own choices and actions…Shite! I really did create my own bed!” No worries, son, you have naught to dread... my love is unconditional and just continues to spread. Jill Spagnola
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