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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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LIFE IS A PARADOX
Yesterday we rose and today we fall Today we fall and morrow we rise We are on today, morrow we are off We walked and trampled on the earth now and then, the earth mounts heaps on us Today we mount the stage as heroes And the next with flooded faces of sorrowful tear we are mourned as helpless victims The strength of our boldness is the weakness of our frailty Though the rain be so gentle on the turf , the much of it , Is the flood that causes the destruction of the beautiful vegetation What is done is what is undone Striving endlessly to catch the emptiness of life Sometimes, the undecided and the most decided of life, Are our pains. We fear to lose our lives and not venture the dreaded den of gold And lose the life in the tranquil of our sheer timidity Those we love are those that love to hate us Those whose arms we confined are the transmitter of our deepest secrets The arms of whom we are safe are the arms of whom we are betrayed The conquered and the conqueror are victims.
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