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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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What Was His Name?
Someone left some guitar strings in circles on her floor, Cigarettes and bottles in the garbage by her door, Someone left his cowboy shirt across her kitchen chair, Is he coming back? Or did he mean to leave it there? What was his name? What was his name? One too many mem’ries, till they all look just the same, What was his name? What was his name? Someone left some money on the dresser by her bed, Didn’t leave a letter, ev’rything is best unsaid, Someone said he loved her, or was that just in her dream? Ev’ry time this happens she can feel her senses scream: What was his name? What was his name? Don’t you think she’s getting sick of losing ev’ry game? What was his name? What was his name? Someone left a souvenir it takes nine months to bear, Mother dies in labor, and the father’s who knows where? Little girl is raised up by a loving family, Never learns the secret, that’s the way it has to be. What was his name? What was his name? Never ask the question, no one really needs the blame. What was his name? What was his name?
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