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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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Frankenstein Felt Claustrophobic
Relatives were coming in so fast that Frankenstein felt claustrophobic. Why invite all your relatives? He asked his wife Symbersobic. She laughed at his misery; in the throes of having fun with them. The door opened and sixteen more of her crazy cousins walked in. I may have to go to the bathroom, Frankenstein thought. He could stay in there for a couple of hours, let the rest of them rot. When he reached the loo, he heard two tiny monsters say How long does it take? Will you be finished today? He had forgotten her kin could pop in and out as they pleased. He was not happy with these inquisitors who came to his knees. He went out to his work shed but it had been taken over by others. He opened his eyes and saw two of his monsterly brothers! What a great wife Symbersobic is, one of them said. She invited us, and six cousins whom we thought were dead. The dead ones were dancing in a joyous, jazzy, weird falling-apart way. They had been in graves for years; she’d brought them back for a day.
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