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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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WHITE Thumbs up for the whiteness of white, pure, natural or gently recreated on a dentist’s chair. How beautiful it manifests itself in smiling! Would I wish otherwise for me but to display it, giggling, in a gleaming double row? Fashionistas flaunt the pastel off of it in textile, up to the nth degree of ecru, fresh, summery, though its ivory on furniture is unsightly, smacks of sloth and derelition, darkening with the onslaught of time and smoke. Can they not, brush in hand, minister to its mellowed, yellowed dullness, the slow crisscross strokes obediently correcting, obliterating jaundice? Which scrupoulous makeover doesn’t do justice to a body? I dread the bulky, overbrightness of it, bluish, harsh, in a stretch of frozen land. The awful, frequent spading of it, come winter. Laugh at its scoffed at inelegance in gentlemen’s socks. Allow me to calculate its whiteness in an elephant, that I may stay afloat. Dread the paleness of it on a frightened face- all the shades from waxen to ashen to green, the lifelessness of a chloroform smelling body lying still, in wait, at a funeral parlour. To adore it in the spirit of a guileless child, in the frolicky gait of White Dorper lambs, in the sheer beauty of the Cliffs of Dover. To delight myself, rightly, in the wisdom of its waving in peace or in surrender.
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