Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

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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My dad had a sister, who married a boy not from their nationality. Her friend convinced her, well they were young and she was inlove? I guess. She didn't even consider to talk to her dad, mum, siblings. She left with a:"I will marry young", she was 18 that time. So she moved to bosnia. Her dad never wanted to see her ever again, sadly he died still his daughter leaving home. --- I remember when I was 3years old, her kids and me and my sister and some other cousins sat in the hallway playing cards because we didn't understood eachother. -- She visited her homecountry more less. I mean her boys are already 18 and 20. And her daughter married at 18 too, with a bosnian boy too. We communicated with her in english. She came once when I was 13 years old. --- My auntie broke up with her man. Her daughter broke up with the man. My uncle never wanted to see her again.
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