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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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Red Tailed Hawk
Talk about strutting your tail-feathers, and using your assets to get what you want, when calling card is no gambit or bluff to flaunt- In the crimson sky, read taled, "Glinted Eye", air siren wails like a little Banshee crossed with Harpy Eagle getting squirrely-with drifting, chasing a pantry, sifting. Shifting winds Wings outstretched, a dance of grace and the Imp aerial, serial predator with eyes that see all. In silence they hunt, in character they are found like a-spirit bound to dive and move to strike like lightning that could take the keys from a kite, deliver it to lost and found in a single pass then bolt onto the earthen or serpent mound for a snack o ripe. Picking, the time and the place, to descend from the cloud-face. A creature of freedom, a seeker in the wild, it roams without shame, blame it on the shifting sands- and Time's dial ectic ding, turn of style. The real shame is not to lay your eyes upon those diabol feathers of fire, their presence a chakraic idol that evokes a primal sense of desire. Bear witness and be thou humbled in awe from this majestic bird, to hunt like a machine without mood or fear, in the vast expanse of the open sky, soars above, perseveres.
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