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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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No Stopping The Carousel Of Time
No Stopping The Carousel Of Time! The inescapable reality consigning one at birth automatically includes no breath oblige premise, whereat existence can terminate with sudden, and untimely inexplicable death cruel ploy wrought, whence randomly begat into this webbed wide world grim reaper nonchalantly, asper macabre Vaudevillian character cane twirled automatically infers cessation of livingsocial with no forewarning, where nutty squirreled memories become indelibly engraved (photogravure) inherently pervasive I apprise imperiled, which ever present unavoidable demise, (albeit a bleak thought) looms larger as orbitz (demarcating sans initial debut), each subsequent anniversary flies faster as staying alive finds every mortal getting older, where guise, which gloomy thought didst arise with the windmills of my mind particularly, sans unwelcome thought, when my person dies came to mind, while subtle diminution to exercise asthma body, mind, and spirit approaches sixth decade (come January 13th, 2019), the harsh reality lies within this cognitive, intuitive, and fully still operative flesh and bone aware of becoming deceased increases in direct proportion as another year done and all to quickly, irrevocably gone, when deplorably belatedly late life self discover re: visa vis hone passion with words specially, possibly, feasibly encrypted while supinely prone on deathbed with onset of rigor mortis, yet just barely enough buffer'n strength to etch said chicken scratchings, hens forth before mine unbeknownst cremation whereat Facebook friends invited - cost will be...ahem... (no more than one rolling stone) presently concludes any subsequent poetic endeavors shot thru with quasi morbid tone.
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