Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

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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Weekly Faculty Meeting Yum
Many are gabbing, like magpies on steroids. As if we are getting away with something. Our big chance to speak to adults, and we are taking it. Teachers at a faculty meeting. I distance myself in proximity and mindset. This is a weekly meeting. I can jump onboard next week as well as today, and catch up quickly. Ready for my playtime to begin, not interested in their gabs. It is usually some cute antidote I have already heard. I do not teach reading or math; my job is to look for the good in everyone. I can hold onto that if I do not listen to the gabbing. I look for the good in teachers too, after all. These meetings are heavily saturated with testing, attendance, reading, and math. I teach none of these things. I am not responsible for getting them here, and I detest all of this incessant testing. Doubting the validity in the first place, it makes not a whole lot of sense to me. Snatches of conversations float past me. I look around. Same players. Same conversations. I am serious, truly. The same talkers, the same listeners. I move around from table to table each Wednesday, to get different perspectives. Most do not. I sit in the corner today, alone, marveling at the dull sameness of the gabbing, and the conversations. The lone wolf, howling silently, with her pen teeth.
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