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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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Christmas Magic
A small bundle, briquette, blanket wrapped held close to heart. Soon the new. We wonder will we be trapped? When we travel along the road, back through time to our roots, our father’s father and beyond our mother’s mother. Lamps turn down, collars turn upward. Blue night ablaze with stars, some fall Burst. Like the whisper of prayers, the word. One star shines brighter than all, Venus? Candlelight flickers from doorways. Laughter raucuous, cheerings of praise. The balance between my life and my passage flickers as if blown between the worlds whose love would I hold up high like a mage? No matter, the answer flows through me chaos of love the answer to all I seek love to each, hugs to the other, cheek to cheek. Lights out we are still ablaze remembering all the light flickering down like scents of pine, coal, cinnamon for days and fall about us like snowflakes, we taste wine, warmth burning through to numb toes Are we there yet? When have we left? Who knows? Sheri Fresonke Harper 11-30-2013
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