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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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Danse Macabre
Danse Macabre Twin Old Glorys jitterbug above the hoods as silent heralds; the motorcade congas three-abreast along the Stemmons Freeway sleek in shiny chrome. Long honks and short beeps unite in harmonious homage to the office that cradles a nation in her oval skirts. Dallas, late November blue sky framing puffy clouds, is a cabaret bobbing in frenetic throb to the glam life-beat of its honored cortege. As they swing onto Main, the image bounces off the dark glasses of the austere men that line the parade route like lampposts, and beams to an adoring world. With a blast and a life-tearing flash, a keen emerges from the back of the shiny limousine that jumps through the light implanting itself into the intimate memories of a generation. The suits whirl about in impotent rage as the surge of flesh undulates forward in grief, back in terror and commences a final march while a distant freight train avers its dolor with a mournful whisper. As night falls on a blood-soaked plaza the wind whips up and the leafy trees on the grassy knoll sway a spectral dance. By Jay Herman For Nette Onclaud's Let's Dance contest
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