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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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Red Out
Eyes on the horizon, watching, waiting, wishing. The sky darkens, flooded with tiny bits of earth, choking out the sunlight, breath by breath. Rolling in. Sadistic in it's approach. Demonic artistry. Behind closed windows, locked doors, cloth covered faces, fleeing like ants from a flame. Inside, they wait. The howling begins small and low. The tiny tinkle of each grain, increasing to vociferous bedlam. Dust permeating every little crevice. In your eyes, nose, mouth, hard to see, hard to breathe. Lay and wait for the blow by. At times, begging for relief, or death, just to pass. Coughing up the land beneath the feet of Moses. Dreaming of bright blue sky, more sand with every breath, wet cloth covering, a struggle just to breath. Tedious suffocation, mind racing, rambling. The will to survive. Slowly, miniscule grains crash to the surface. Tiny beacons of sunlight, growing slowly, becoming a firestorm. then...All is clear.
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