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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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Effect, Affect, Infect
tear-filled eyes sweaty palms a horse voice weakened limbs a quickened heartbeat how could I speak? "others" have called poetry the medicinal god/goddess of the 21st century - but not me. lately poetry hasn't been feeding me lately poetry hasn't been the thirst-quencher yet I never starve or desire to drink it is not even about my reaction to his poetry (and yes I wrote a poem titled "My Reaction to His poetry") it did not cut me as deep yet I bled, well I bleed it did not color anything for me, my personality and temperaments have not changed yet I can see these beautiful dark green trees, well I am slowly seeing - i love being surrounded embraced by a chilling breeze yet i am running out of the forest of my mind screaming the constant screaming is why my voice is hoarse yes, that is why my eyes are tear-filled being coerced and manipulated and deceived by the happenings of love this explains my faster heartbeat - it skips, no it gallops, well it sprints and then my weak limbs.. as my desire and "say so" grows other parts of my being, mainly my limbs, become weak here am I (according to "others" vulnerable but not naive blasting music, cramming for exams, and venting to strangers about him) but I am. his love the effect affected me... (according to "others" infected me)
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