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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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Someone Said, Hey Christopher
Someone said, Hey Christopher Someone said, “Hey Christopher, what’s up with all this love It seems in every poem that is all you’re thinking of Why are you always dreaming, why is it you can’t see That love is just a legend, a made up fallacy The world is filled with evil, don’t you watch the news CNN or NBC or others you can choose Clinton is a liar, Trump is just a creep They’ll both destroy the nation for fortunes that they reap Murders by the thousands, death is in the streets I can’t believe you haven’t seen within the many tweets Our water is polluted, we’re choking on the air Hate is growing rapidly, why are you not aware Prices through the ceiling, paychecks in the ground Protesters are screaming, you can hear them all around There’s war in other countries, servers have been hacked Innocent bystanders are caught in the attack Little kids are crying, not enough to eat Begging just to make it, sleeping in the street So tell me, will you Christopher, what’s up with what you write Every poem filled with love, morning, noon and night” I looked at him a moment, this person I now see And then replied, “I’m sorry sir, were you talking to me? I was writing out a poem for the one I do adore I didn’t hear you talking, could you say it all once more?” He just walked away shaking his head
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