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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 the photo graphic, 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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Sitting on the Fence at Twilight
Sitting on the Fence at Twilight When the sun waved good-bye in the afternoon, I’d say hello to the smiling Man in the Moon. Perching on our gray concrete fence, I’d swing my brown legs to a happy cadence. From my solid fortress, I could see a daily circus of human activity. On a single bicycle rode the Fabros, a family of four; how they all fit, it was a mystery to be sure. The street vendor, old Papito, would hawk his treats; oh! those warm, sticky, honey buns and tamarind sweets. Sashaying in her tight-fitting skirt of tomato-red, Cousin Clarita balanced a green basket on her turbaned head. Then came buxom Aunt Alfreda huffing and puffing by, to give me a piping hot, home-made, savory meat pie. I’d blow on it to cool it off first, just before biting into the flaky, buttery crust. As day soon faded into hues of twilight, I’d spy the occasional shiny satellite, a tiny, silver snail slowly revolving in the sky, moving so silently above, way up high. For a child of seven, this was such a wondrous time… right until the old town clock chimed nine. Then Mama would ring her bell calling me inside, and I’d leave the stars still twinkling outside. 04-24-2018 Contest: An Early Childhood Memory Sponsor: Line Gauthier Placement: 3rd
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