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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 the photo graphic, 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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A Loving Reply to Soup Mail from Sharon
Two leaves fell from a different tree And the loss of the world was all the same There is beauty in all diversity Difference of temperature changes not the flame The sun that comes down a barren sky Prowl and prospect among all leaves alike, he Don Juan, on green leaves lovers of lie Bringers of semens of light, we yield in glee. We have not fallen yet, my dear, unless Our love shall wither up our root Race is nothing but the skin of superficialness Let us meausre all merit by truth I transform light to sugar as much as you And pull deep waters up to give again More than oxygen, more than bosom for the dew We are the maker and licker of rain. Palmate or pinnate it does not matter now You are sharon like the rose, and I Thorn or petal am still apart of the bough One storm, one season brittle and dry And we shall lie together like mulch where Yesterday our tongues were tied in Words, moaning on the happy, happy air Chlorophyl sweet desire stirring the skin.
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