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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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Collateral Damage
“Wha-da-ya doin’?” a skinny, somewhere close to eight years old, almost certainly orphaned youngster took me by surprise. “Lookin’ for kids like you,” I said...suspecting her a victim of so-called - ‘collateral damage’ - from the fright within her eyes. “How about you,” I quizzed her...“do your folks know where you are?” I knew before she answered...as her lip began to quiver… Word for word what I would hear, and - reaching for her hand - began to list the various sorts of help that I could give her. Tears were literally pouring as she slowly raised her eyes, easily breaching what I’d tried for months to wall away, Stoking embers in my heart that simply would not die, made to cope with kids like this one nearly every day. Knowing she was safe with me, she fell into my arms...but as I gently held her I was fraught with utter shame To hear her sob, “Our house was bombed...my mom and dad are dead,” knowing I, and those I represented - were to blame! My books and Audio-CDs are at writerofbooks.com
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Book: Shattered Sighs