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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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Powder Blue
Powder blue. Postman Raleigh frame, Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time. An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts, None matching saddle and outmoded bell. Smooth plastic pedals. A Gift. Not as I had dreamt, Mag wheels with fat all terrain tyres for grip. A torrid lean toward machismo and impressive stunts, A mode of movement, demanding awe. Trophy as much as vehicle. Summer followed. She earned my respect, Her visage lost initial thoughts of ugliness. For Frankenstein’s monster tore fast and flew, Threw wind in my face, took my breath. Grazed elbows and knees. Barry Sheene. Randolph Scott, John Wayne, I became all of those, that hazy summer. Chasing bad guys across imagined prairies, Hurtling down race tracks unknown. Winning hearts and trophies. Funny now My memory of where she went, Evades me, time has ridden past, fast. The bike I once called Mary, with love, A nod to the author of the dark tale she reminded me of. Beautiful powder blue.
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