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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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The Romantic View
Honeysuckle breathes in the shallow wind, Life's lapel, with a side of ground scouting gopher. Great rusted machines peak the interest of the flower children who blossom in their fields of hope and family. Goliath Oxen and Thunderbirds that burdened in oils and toils of heaven and earth, lay there like ships fused with shoreline, brought down by an angry sea. "The follies of Men", thought the Owl, as it lubricated itself and shuddered a cowl, admiring it's prototype as it flew by in a curtsy dip and brotherly slant. Sister chant. She gave a little dance and reperched her stance. Wondered about the Ai Owl in Jason and the Argonauts of magic and her sister, romance. "Well, things are back to normal, repopulation, the dinner bell, down to earth things." The eyes of the Earth are beautiful, periscoping from the comfy nooks to survey the land, enjoy a little morning television. The bones are solid and suitable for the labors of love. "These wrinkles are the folded fabric of time, the bark, no different, as it loosens it's cling, old age has it enjoying last caress on my earthen womb, before Mother takes it home, to be born again. My seas and Mountain Dens, caverns and open spans, ready to deliver all over again."
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