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 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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Odd Jobs
The lockdown is over, all finished and so the unfinished jobs should be done, indoors painting ceilings, outdoors borders weeding, and everything under the sun. A toilet not flushing, a pipe outside gushing, all fixed and now working just fine, patio slabs needs fixing, some mortar needs mixing, the Garden of Eden's like mine. But now, after so long, where did it all go wrong? There's so much I still need to do, the patio I've bungled, the border's a jungle and can't still use one of the loos. The answer, I fear, is when having a beer in the sunshine, and those days were many, instead of just one, I had more, 'till they'd gone and the jobs ticked as done? There weren't any. My keenness was flagging, the missus was nagging, each job I'd not done just glared back, the rows all then started, surprised we've not parted, if I worked for her, I'd be sacked. Out comes measuring tape, for there's now no escape do each job on the list 'till they're done, One day I'll get a beer, but it will be, I fear mid December, and there'll be no sun.
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