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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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Tempus Fugit
Tempus Fugit. Memories are imprinted, through moments, and fleeting minutes, as, they fade like polaroid stills, dimmed by the flight of time, caught between, the banal and the sublime. Years trickle by, stubbornly trudging ahead, straining to embrace echoes of nostalgia, yearning to hold them near, seeking new memories, carved by the trail of a lonesome tear. Tomorrow may not arrive, as it lies at the mercy, of time's fickle flight, and as it slips under the blanket of night, it flees into the arms, of a hope, warm and bright. The flight of time sounds its warning bell, with smug assurance it beckons all, to hear the tale it has to tell, knowing someone must heed its call. Time flies, and rapidly too, teasing us with promises of days yet to be born, and so we linger, wasting slices of precious time, as we walk on, numb and in an anaesthetised trance, devoid of all passion, and, ever weary to take the plunge, or to hazard a chance.
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