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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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Flood Baby
My youngest sister was born in December 1955, a month before the January floods. The local river flooded the sheep station where Dad worked, so many sheep were lost. We had to leave our low-built house and move to the big wool-shed, built much higher from the ground. The workmen built a raft from wooden planks and kerosene drums, which ferried us older children to the wool-shed. Baby Susie was carried there by Dad along the railway track - Mum must have feared for her, but Dad brought her safely to the shed, where she was laid in a wheelbarrow, that had been lined with pillows, and furbished with soft rugs. The rest of us youngsters slept on a pile of wool bales, after a lurking snake had been killed. I used to sit on the wool-shed steps, watching the snakes float by in the flood waters, dozens of them, brown and black, some red-bellied. We were there a week. Somehow meals were produced, and somehow nobody fell into the water. Of course Susie remembered nothing, but years later we told her all about it.
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