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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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After a long walk I transcribed myself into piano music. All night a harpsichord had been jangling nerves, rattling the same baroque concerto over and over again. I count I-100, then start over counting and walking, a clockwork organ self-winding, always pushing a moment before it as if time could be saved for later use. The morning is mellowing out. multiple fugal states row in and out of salty ponds, see-through-gulls rest on opaque waters. A powder wigged accompanist pinches snuff rams it up both nostrils turns to an invisible audience bows, sneezes, then farts. Tight corseted lungs flap loose, reveal a forgotten voice in a ribcage, sad songs come out of its catfish mouth, then laughing monks arrive to dine on tongue and saffron. The keyboard is stuck in the middle of a thought, a thought so long that it pants and coughs trying to keep up with itself. After a long walk I lay down in the back row of a concerto and wave weary hands at the ceiling conducting next words from tissue thin scores and unfinished endings.
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