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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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Sidewalk hot, you could fry an egg. Arizona summer heat, Phoenix roast factory. Sweat pouring off my brow like Noah's flood. Sky, light turquoise, tweaked into a sun radiant reflective furnace. Shimmering down alleyways in unison with overburdened air conditioners. Mirage pools in the distance ethereal, wavering on blistering roads. Sounds are deadened by oppressive scorching. Dogs panting with white flecks of drool, sizzling on asphalt. Blow dryer wind chafing my skin, hard walking in this dry heat sauna, cotton ball mouth and a raging thirst. An old man sitting on a weather-beaten porch spits ocher tobacco waste on a dead lawn. Penetrating blue eyes nestled in a wrinkled brow, he whistles a forgotten tune in the oppressive heat. "Hey, you!" he calls to me, "get in the shade before you fry your brains." He's holding a cold lemonade, dewdrop dribbling on a crystal glass. Ice jingling against the sides in a mesmerizing way. I lick my chapped lips, he pours me a cold one. We wait on that shaded porch, talking about life, love, and the way it goes. As that big red ball starts to creep into the cradle of night.
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