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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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First crawl I learnt to crawl in a tie, Banker’s suit and smile on a lucky tot. Learning the secrets of trades and service, I’d make a difference with my skills, And earn some money on the side. I learnt to crawl with tons of rules, To master the job, I turned a thousand pages. To prove my worth, I hugged every mentor, And cleaned their messes without a fuss. A good tyro carries the teacher’s boots. And like a robot, I emptied the bins, I crunched the numbers and wrote memos. The keys devoured the prints off fingers, With no responsibilities, I could endure, Endure for hours past closure. Only crickets heard my crackling back at night, “When learning to crawl, you practice, you know, Perfect practice makes practice perfect…” I was too young to care, they’d say. Even so I withered to a bag of bones. Still learning to crawl, I bore her bag without a word, And at the seat of grilling for review, Never let the cat out of the bag for, Sometimes it scratches the bearer; T’was a secret sauce of wisdom, lucky to learn! I was learning to craw and, I walked the miles for a scrap of unfair share. And never tasted a slice of the cake. A toddler never runs the race of grown-ups. A crump is enough to blind the eye.

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First Crawl

First crawl I learnt to crawl in a tie, Banker’s suit and smile on a lucky tot. Learning the secrets of trades and service, I’d make a difference with my skills, And earn some money on the side. I learnt to crawl with tons of rules, To master the job, I turned a thousand pages. To prove my worth, I hugged every mentor, And cleaned their messes without a fuss. A good tyro carries the teacher’s boots. And like a robot, I emptied the bins, I crunched the numbers and wrote memos. The keys devoured the prints off fingers, With no responsibilities, I could endure, Endure for hours past closure. Only crickets heard my crackling back at night, “When learning to crawl, you practice, you know, Perfect practice makes practice perfect…” I was too young to care, they’d say. Even so I withered to a bag of bones. Still learning to crawl, I bore her bag without a word, And at the seat of grilling for review, Never let the cat out of the bag for, Sometimes it scratches the bearer; T’was a secret sauce of wisdom, lucky to learn! I was learning to craw and, I walked the miles for a scrap of unfair share. And never tasted a slice of the cake. A toddler never runs the race of grown-ups. A crump is enough to blind the eye.