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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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Maybe you'll never live to read my thoughts, Maybe you'll never live to see my dreams, Maybe you'll never know about the thorns, a yellow rose carries in between.Maybe..... I'll never live to be your daisy,or your pure white little dove, Maybe all the maybes never get to know there was a time, we were so very happy,so very much in love, but maybe ,in the inner of the inside of my heart, I know one day ,our souls met,and they'll never be apart. Maybe these are fool's verses, twisted without rhyme, yet,its how i'm feeling ,and Now ,I think its time! Maybe...I'm not perfect,of that i am so sure, If i ever leave you,If i go and lock my door, Its cos I can't stand another heartache,a spirit tear to sore. Yet,there is that little window,that I shall always see, a scene of sweet remeberance,when"US",where You and Me. Maybe a dove finds home and home finds land, Maybe a dance be born,to hold your hand again, maybe fresh ink dries,and my verse finds the end, Maybe the hurt is too much for me to understand. Maybe there is here and here is there, maybe a pearl and a shell will never tear, They tear.. Mabye,just maybe ,as we turn to dust, We born to find once more our Love and Lust Maybe...
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