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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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POETS Desert dust before the rain hampered our walk on the Oregon floor boards creaked with late afternoon lore Dry gin in a glass waiting it wanted to bubble like champagne but there was nothing to babble about A rake for an unworked farm listened for fractals Tesla said he was not available today Ears with a mop of white hair detective with his magnifying glass he thought of making love to a young African maiden she came for the cheese and drinks not the poetry he changed his mind in case she wanted his property too A thick skinned peach arrives nourishing seed sugar salt and cinnamon sticks she was not about to offer anybody lifts To hell with this poetry thing I want to be rich oozed from her brain stem Wooden baton rich gravied marrow gurgled a verse through throttled container One-eyed pond there were mosquitoes to be uncovered or a tadpole or two Maybe the mud was sufficiently thin Such strange creatures, these poets Gingerbread woman hot from the oven offering the sanctity of materiality she appeased our hunger with a jaunty hat What do I think, the ego asked the ego No thoughts arrived What do you think, the ego asked Soul I do not think I feel oceanic passion as the rain mutes the dust beneath the poets’ feet ©GhairoDanielsPoetry2017
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