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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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ELocution ELocution Diction ENglish grammer proper nouns predicates verbs learn the way the language works then grow up to be a poet and throw it all away today to make new words to make poems bleed to make the rhymes the prose doth need. Shakespeare is an affluance. He rubbed off some on my purple prose. O God! how wonderful are Thy works! Thou makest the rotting log to nourish banks of violets, and from the stagnant pool at Thy word springs forth the lotus that covers all with fragrance and beauty! Sonnet #3,000,745,001 OH LORDy OH LORDy, howe wondrous is thy working beauty. Thou doth makest the rott sprout violets from olden logg on water bank nearest stagnant pool whilst at Thy WORD the lotus springeth forthwith to cover over all the smelling salts nearest hand to hold in cuppboard bare the bone for elbert Hubbard gone. Hark the light from yonder glaring glen forsook the frames the lenses now opaqued. Blind to world of beauty winter paints a white mistaken ache in me. Amid the bones of whited elephaunt skunks rome near me to harken when the crow calls daybeak come. Caw the raven quoth. God forbode a man, that an Englaisman should tell or act a lie, neithor the Son of GOD my Jesus, that He should feel repentance or compunction [for what his Father has promised]. Has He sayeth, and shall He not say on? Or has He spoken and shall He not make it gooder. Oh LORDy. For the reasoneth He stays upon His bethroned placement is quite evident for iff GOD were to walk the Earth as a mere man in sight of all this assembled Heathorns even for just one day twold make us all so jealous of the miricles in the clay. For Jesus could open up his hand wiht a plott of dirty clay and make a violet blooming say. Oh Lordy.
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