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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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HARDSCRABBLE LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The windmill groaned before the dawn, her hands already chapped with dawn-tasks, his fingers practicing Braille lessons on the kitchen table~ both stiff-backed and deliberate, both heavy with the weight of wheat and words. Fifteen names, each one dug into the earth like fence posts: Clarabell, Dulce, John, Stanley, each syllable hauled up from the well with aching shoulders. The schoolhouse smelt of ink and sweat, of small hands learning Braille and the shape of silence, while their own children ran wild between rows of corn, half-feral, half-holy. Drought years gnawed at the ledger, but the well never ran dry~ only deeper, only darker. At dusk, they counted heads by lamplight, his thumb brushing her cracked knuckles, her voice a rasp of hymns and harvest. They buried two. Thirteen grew tall as sunflowers. The Kansas prairie took what it was owed~ calluses, sweat, sleep~ but left them standing, left them leaning into each other like split-rail fences in a wind that never stills.
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