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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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My nest is made of stones and sticks and wool that's wet, an itchy mix. Its sides are built from wire barbed and nettles brown and glassy shards. That nest began in fifty-five with helpless baby laid inside, newborn infant left outside then wasps attacked and how she cried. Add these stingers to my nest, thirty times they stung my chest, line the nest with great disdain and barrels full of wrenching pain. Be sure to add some stinging slaps, pawn off the wounds to kid's mishaps, leg cut and bleeding, bone laid bare, they walk by like I'm not there. So line the nest with mass confusion, senselessness and mute collusion. Add countless eyeballs staring blind, for what you see is in your mind. Four years old in terrible pain, many days in bed she'd lain, so very weak she'd had to crawl and beg them to give the doc a call. Add to the nest a pox and curse: infection, pus, appendix burst. The surgeon wasn't sure she'd live, a 50-50 chance he'd give. Now rim the nest with brains and blood and tears enough to make a flood. Add bullets with their copper glow, some sharp reminders of grief and woe. Pad the nest with each mistake, paint it black with each heartbreak, add broken bed springs, spirals of rust for each betrayal and breech of trust. No wonder, then, it's hard to rest, in such a torment-ridden nest.

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My nest is made of stones and sticks and wool that's wet, an itchy mix. Its sides are built from wire barbed and nettles brown and glassy shards. That nest began in fifty-five with helpless baby laid inside, newborn infant left outside then wasps attacked and how she cried. Add these stingers to my nest, thirty times they stung my chest, line the nest with great disdain and barrels full of wrenching pain. Be sure to add some stinging slaps, pawn off the wounds to kid's mishaps, leg cut and bleeding, bone laid bare, they walk by like I'm not there. So line the nest with mass confusion, senselessness and mute collusion. Add countless eyeballs staring blind, for what you see is in your mind. Four years old in terrible pain, many days in bed she'd lain, so very weak she'd had to crawl and beg them to give the doc a call. Add to the nest a pox and curse: infection, pus, appendix burst. The surgeon wasn't sure she'd live, a 50-50 chance he'd give. Now rim the nest with brains and blood and tears enough to make a flood. Add bullets with their copper glow, some sharp reminders of grief and woe. Pad the nest with each mistake, paint it black with each heartbreak, add broken bed springs, spirals of rust for each betrayal and breech of trust. No wonder, then, it's hard to rest, in such a torment-ridden nest.