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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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Perhaps
No logical place for this line in another scribing on the same theme, so I put it down here, looked at it for a moment. Decided to let it stick, not raise the bar or ante because there’s really nothing more to it. Yet, I wonder if you might like it or if you think it needs a different treatment. Perhaps it only deserves a parenthetical mention in a margin somewhere, a fringe note on someone else’s clatter? (But I try pretty hard never to criticize another’s work.) What more to it than this desire to judge and be judged, compete for air space and time? After all the world seems to be getting quite crowded with talent or advanced ideas. Mediocrity just isn’t cutting it any more. So, if a neck sticks out for you, perhaps it is only because it’s dog tired and don’t want to fight you anymore, mastered a waste of time, it seems, to some degree, a pedigree. Does this consummation constitute a talent? Perhaps patience requires waiting for the virtuous topic to suggest itself, but if I lay in wait I might never write anything at all, and then who would I be? How to begin… Trying – whole thoughtless years, then, Boom compulsive composition. Perhaps there’s something – Here, what do you think?
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