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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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Not So Easy
It is not so easy to forgive old dogs and old friends dying on you. Once I had a mongrel pup got her from a shady pet store back in a shabby past. Parvo came and she went - not easy. Once, an old blind Sheltie came to visit from me from an afterlife. That ghost-dog looked like a friend I had never really known. She still loved me; that kind of love is never easy to lose. Dad, you give us a victory salute on your way to the chemotherapy unit. I realized how courageous in the face of a famishing cancer you were but only some years later when I recalled my own cowardice. Those kind of memories are never going to be easy. My friend was a poet of God; He sang like a toad on a sinking lily pad and did not care if he drowned with his lovely mouth still open wide. Why did you still sing on that death-bed Ted? Why did a spirit fly from your lips as a puff of pure light after you asked for one last cigarette? When you fell upwards I heard the sky crack the roof of the world then you were gone - and not the easy way.
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