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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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Perhaps
Perhaps there is a God? Perhaps we should kneel and pray? Perhaps we’ve had our turn? Perhaps it’s just too late? Perhaps we needed more than we could achieve? Perhaps the help came first before it learned to feed? Perhaps it did some good and made many a wealthy man? Perhaps it looks at us like the sea looks at the sand? Perhaps the opened Pandora’s box had to be what we had to see? Perhaps we thought we could harness and control a power we couldn’t see? Perhaps we can’t help ourselves and the future will judge our deeds? Perhaps it’s learned much more than we will ever know? Perhaps it’s studied history and how to destabilise or overthrow? Perhaps it’s just waiting for the perfect time? Perhaps we’ve superseded life with ones and zeros that don’t want to die? Perhaps we’ve created heaven and it will always subserve to the words we speak? Or Perhaps we’ve created Hell in devices with which we seem to need to breathe?
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