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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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Thursday Afternoon
Dust shed from long - gone memories Old clothes cleared from the corners of dark closets Cobweb caked, stained over time (It no longer fits) (Is this mine?) (Wait a minute...i remember!) Orange Happiness. Mayfair. The faded sunshine print on an old dress. Like thin cardboard. An old song. Silently retreating into the corner. Tendrils of string. An echo. (I have been waiting for you) Dirt under my nails. Dust smeared accross my sweaty December brow like thin oily brush strokes by Cezanne. And still time for the soul is different somehow. Undeterred by gravity. Dizziness. Inertia. (Where are you going? Please don't leave me.) Slipping away. Floorboards crumbling beneath my feet like thin sun-baked clay. Grapping onto old friends by their snaky cobwebs, my fingers ripping through their time - torn clothes. Slipping away into the Grey. Falling. (what am i doing here...?) "...hello Granny! We've come to visit you! Do you know remember us?"
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