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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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Lost From Sung Lips)
Your e-mail engraves a smile while opening its contents. I wanted to reply, to share a thought, but my daughter reminds me during that curiosity, an obligation to buy new shoes. Being careful not to lose this thought in the pocket where I found my keys, I placed it with a melody, a familiar whistle on tongue tip. She with I weave like a zipper into traffic talk about school, friends, photographs we found ourselves still framed on 6th and G. Placing her hand in mine with careful grip, she stops in time to save a purple flower called moment- forged loneliness- alone in the parched concrete seam. Placed it in my shirt. Seemingly protected by a giggle she looks for shoes; She is only thirteen, tomorrow she will be sixteen maybe laying in her bed with a realized pain of the first kiss placed with ruse. Not today. Today, we drove home foolishly to the radio, as your thought is misplaced from absentminded lips. We pull into the driveway. She kisses my cheek within a single brush stoke of innocence; suddenly redandblue skyandsun understand the simplicity of the single purple flower (that replaced your reply,
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