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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 hole in the wall is a portal. and those stains on the ceiling are people. At night there's a hum from the room next to yours, and the sound gets louder as it gets to your door. The moon is a spotlight that's shining on your bed. It waits for the closet to shut out the dead. As the faces on the pictures in your house are shifting, the whereabouts of Fido are yours for the sifting. You've heard it before, the night's strange noises. The screaming of crickets as they're hushed from the voices. They come from the shed of the house of your neighbor. He's built it at night to cover up his dark labor. He's seen you watching and he knows you are there. That sweat from your brow has created a glare. That unanswered call was the warning of danger. But the call was from no one, a specter, a stranger. That heat from the air is your house on fire. It burns from events that have yet to transpire. And now you are wondering what secrets we're keeping. It's the ones that we'll whisper only when you're sleeping.
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