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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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fruit we sway in the wind but i grasp the air in hopes it can sweep me from this branch this branch- preserving the purity of my skin- is forced to let me fall i rip from the loosening grip of my cluster a wound on my side- evidence of a new chance- gifted by violent departure i feel the air on my palms i smash into the ground mud covers my face. i gaze up to the branch- my past shimmers in the glaring sun. a blue bird flies overhead her beauty exerts itself effortlessly over my grime. she parades her freedom as the mud hardens under the kiln of the sun i signal to the bird. recognizing my flare, she glides to my side and picks me apart as i lay here- opened up to this beast- i listen to her speak her tongue mumbles a foreign language one that doesnt wish things away a language learned from experiences observed in her fulfilled juvenility when all that is left is the muddy skin on my back, i sink into the earth decaying for more time than i ever spent on a branch why would i ever excuse myself from youth to preserve my expiration? i forfeit my experience then, to gain a lonely breath here
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