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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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A skeletal smirk at the school door - the greeter-teacher; 50 years later, I feel his gimlet eyes at my back, that leer is now plugged with dirt, yet it can still be traced in the brown water stains of mottled toilet walls. A female slave-unit named ‘Miss,’ She never did speak directly to a kid, only through the thin lips of her personal intimidator, a third level teacher who lubricated nerve endings. I am ‘put right’ by a serial wrongdoer with a goose steeping gait, his guppy mouth is a blubbery hellhole. Next, a second-tier maniac with a penchant for angry rhetoric, his large hands flay like windsails as they slap books and heads. A last Piscean reflection, a teach sporting a fish-head grin as he opens a school exit door for me while I gladly leave forever. They would all hate to be in a poem like this so tightly packed together like oily sardines choking on the phlegm of what they could have aspired to, could have been.
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