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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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How I Look
I see how I look inside out, not how I look outside in. My Amtrak races between mountains and rivers, my traces, my inner spaces, my dawnings, my inner longings. I see how I look inside out, not how I look outside in. I leaf through fading pages of crumbling books bound with passion strings, broken by wounded fissures of regret. I see how I look inside out, not how I look outside in. Others declare me a man or fool, perhaps the father they never knew, perhaps the boss who fired them, or just the impostor they always hated. I see how I look inside out, not how I look outside in. I slowly abandon their puzzling projectiles, their momentary mocks. Such a child am I, even the petals of new love go unseen. I see how I look inside out, not how I look outside in. I take the long way alone, my feet heavy with clay, I wander the deep gloam, my mortal vessel, my only home. There is luminous grass beyond. There I will rest my head in the resplendence and comprehend that inside and outside are just a revolving door.
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