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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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The soldiers gathered at the wreath I remember. The coffin covered just beneath I remember. The poppies at the corner store I remember. The amputees the coins were for I remember. The fighters flying through the sky I remember. The trail of red to catch the eye I remember. The bombers at the airport strip I remember. The radar with the foreign blip I remember. The sailors with the semaphore I remember. The air raids to incoming horror I remember. The sailors with the folded flags I remember. The victims to their body bags I remember. The granite tomb to seal them in I remember. The sign outside to say we win I remember. The cemeteries many stones I remember. The flowers growing through their bones I remember. The bugle player playing taps I remember. The Sargent Major never claps I remember. The crosses planted by their head I remember. The helmets hanging off for dead I remember. The Legion playing in the band I remember. The drummer pausing for a stand I remember. The legion drinking in the hall I remember. The stories being shared by all I remember. The rifles firing twenty-one I remember. The bullets deafening to the gun I remember. The widows left at home alone I remember. The women of the bombs been blown I remember. The cannon shot to send the ball I remember. The powder black to scare us all I remember. The poem we know as Flanders Field I remember. The author killed within it's yield I remember. The unknown soldier questioned who I remember. The final words our thanks to you I remember.

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The soldiers gathered at the wreath I remember. The coffin covered just beneath I remember. The poppies at the corner store I remember. The amputees the coins were for I remember. The fighters flying through the sky I remember. The trail of red to catch the eye I remember. The bombers at the airport strip I remember. The radar with the foreign blip I remember. The sailors with the semaphore I remember. The air raids to incoming horror I remember. The sailors with the folded flags I remember. The victims to their body bags I remember. The granite tomb to seal them in I remember. The sign outside to say we win I remember. The cemeteries many stones I remember. The flowers growing through their bones I remember. The bugle player playing taps I remember. The Sargent Major never claps I remember. The crosses planted by their head I remember. The helmets hanging off for dead I remember. The Legion playing in the band I remember. The drummer pausing for a stand I remember. The legion drinking in the hall I remember. The stories being shared by all I remember. The rifles firing twenty-one I remember. The bullets deafening to the gun I remember. The widows left at home alone I remember. The women of the bombs been blown I remember. The cannon shot to send the ball I remember. The powder black to scare us all I remember. The poem we know as Flanders Field I remember. The author killed within it's yield I remember. The unknown soldier questioned who I remember. The final words our thanks to you I remember.