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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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What makes a story a poem A paragraph a verse I trust I'll find the answer Before I'm in my hearse But if you are the man, Sir Who can provide the answer Tell me when it happened That a verse became a stanza But if you are a poet Then you will surely know it For all your lines will rhyme Except for when they don't Now I've just confused myself By using that word 'don't' Cos I can't find a single word That rhymes, so I wont You see, I'm quite prepared to gamble That when one takes a lonesome amble And you're a poet it's allowed To be described as 'as a cloud' It's like I'm mounted 'pon a horse And wouldn't you just know it My steed has trod a wayward course That's fodder for a poet But of late the world of art Has been blown open wide It seems that art can be a cow ... In formaldehyde But poems are a different art And surely even me Can speak a little jauntily And call it poetry So here I sit with pen in hand The pen is metaphorical I'm gonna type my poem now And it shall be historical A classic of the genre My ode shall be Imperical But seasoned poets may proclaim My efforts are hysterical By lamplight lit, my ode was writ Yet no man cared a lot for it Pen raised, indignantly I hissed Then I shall write... My shopping list! 5 November 2018
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