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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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Similar if not identical to last year... umpteenth heat wave since onset of summer... sizzles Delaware Valley today August 26th, 2022 Said geographical area composed of counties located in Southeastern Pennsylvania, South Jersey, Delaware, and Eastern Shore of Maryland. Sweltering temperatures figuratively grip human zoo bipedal hominids (yours truly, an olive - garden variety simian) seek much sought after shade under whirled wide webbed yew encompass vantage point to view how flora and fauna cook née stew. Weather records (temperature + heat index) (one for the books) chart mercury rising hot enough to melt tar, which indicates global warming quite evident I fear, what with mean Fahrenheit degrees from January – August 2022 (thus far) noticeably above norm for this time of year prognosticators foretell forecasts per this third planet from the star, which inhabitants upon Mother Earth burden of responsibility must bear billions of people wanton pollutants ratchet up barometric millibar dialing up greenhouse effect, which serious scenario scientists fear correlation from profligate offal ways traced from freed genie in the jar, no longer stretch of imagination affects mankind did sear since day of reckoning, whence Prometheus set stage for war pitting mankind against Gaia urgent messages we fail to hear. Dystopian forecast impossible mission to avoid since doomsday thoughts pervade consciousness after perusing newsworthy information globe trotting correspondents riskily employed imperiling their life and limb to acquire truthful natural and/or human interest stories occurring across all four corners of oblate spheroid, i.e. world wide web, whereby Earth situated within nebulous void. I try mine darndest to maintain optimistic aire all the while gleaning apocalyptic intimations courtesy human engineered phenomenon all the more rhyme and reason to beware Homo sapiens on brink of armageddon, especially when trustworthy cognoscere painstakingly document their research and without lacking hesitation declare drastic paradigm shift away from dependence on nuclear energy and fossil fuels everywhere else climate change could bitta bing bitta bang hasten global warming, where wicked watery wasteland wreaks bleak soggy frontier backed by popular demand majority trumpets grandpoobear for president, he who donned hair actually he got bewigged courtesy fake orange toupee, which got blown away while he hoisted himself with his own petard. Imagine dragons if ye will - one immense ferociously diametrically, and climatological, cosmological, geomorphological, meteorological phenomena opposite that of Polar Vortex (perhaps an apropos nom de plume would be Hades Furnace) asphyxiating, clapping, and encapsulating thee entire oblate spheroid planet. Judgement day could be similarly blazing hot on the saddle, or cold as a witch’s tit, which constant reminders during Spartan, slated singe shearing, stoic upbringing inured us Lutherans to bite the figurative bullet (which melted like caramel), during those scorching, sea-sickening, and sunstroke unbearable vaporizing winds. No matter the temperature considerably cooler holed deep within man cave here within Lake Wobegon, (especially with a box and desk fan blowing pleasant air), nonetheless I still lose out viz zit head by exertion as a zero sum game.
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