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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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I am fire and rhapsody in my private chambers. Inside out, I am flourishing, animated, and measured. My heart pumps owning the same conviction at age 15. My hormonal sexual splendor surely must be the same dense river I swam at 20. In the mirror, I see only my ardor dancing, my uncontainable flourish advancing. As usual, I’m a firebird at the supermarket. Trailblazing each aisle, I come to the dairy section. The milk I buy is always on the lowest shelf of the frig. Each gallon I inspect expired 3 days ago. Swinging the frig door wide, I kneel before the milk. I inspect gallons until I find one that hasn’t expired. My rigid wooden kneecaps grind against the floor tile. I extract the bottle, slowly rising to stand and my glasses slide off. I somehow snatch them before they fall on the floor. I turn to place the bottle in my cart. “Do you need help?” She’s a face full of glowing concern. That’s all I see. “No, I think I’ve got it. I’m always dropping my glasses.” This archangel of milk bottles vanishes. My wings of fire are only cinders now. The reason is plain to see. From outside in, my expiration date has passed.
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