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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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Outback Seed
Twisted, gnarled, snapped and broken. dead limbs belie the tortuous years when thrived. Eroded landscapes display, layers of eons passed by where nomadic man’s footsteps, once trod and so survived. Jewels of desert beauty hang, and use their scent to reach, through beckoning colour, the nomadic bird and bee who need to be tantalized to fertilize, so when each flower dries, a fruit is formed to hide the need for traveling seed. Late summer breezes dance, across wavering grasses, far as the eye can see now yellowing straw, with heads emptying, dispersed by wind, or eaten, by finches, parrots, doves and more. Where all around this death before decay, lie hidden embryos sheltered in a protective case, defying browsing stock, which trample and churn the soil. The seed lives waiting, dry and hard in a hiding place. Shifting, drifting, migrating with the wind, swirling grains of dust are rife. Crevices, cracks or any rocky fracture, fill and cover … to become a grave for dormant life. 'Tis the gentle rain that falls all day, infiltrating the particles; seeping in between, changing the land from pink to shades of brown… In three short days a billion seeds, paint the landscape green.
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