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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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Take me to Madagascar Please
Take me to Madagascar, I said. The time travel machine turned a brilliant red. Pushed down hard on the acceleration ped, We were soon at Archipelago’s head. I thought these animals were all dead. Said Cousin Pete, who is totally unread. Did not know where to start, where to first tread. Madagascar is an adventure, better than bread. Saw a strange creature very well-fed, It began to chase our chief engineer, Zed. Never did like him, said first mate named Fred. We heard screams coming from office of Ed. I bedded down with Joe, of whom I am wed. Others were screaming; we were quiet instead. Next morning Ed said he would take over job of Ned. We decided that night to sleep in the shed. Tracked animals wherever they led. Monkey-like beings had created a bobsled. Photographer greeted them, his name was Ted. That night we heard more screams – was it Fred? They’ve got Zed, Ned, and Ted, said the bobsled. A talking bobsled? And one when cut also bled? We ran to the spaceship, whose lights were blinking red. And never spoke of Madagascar again; a sad sorry thread.
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