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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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Faith, Trust and Irony
She's dressed in freshly laundered scrubs, a floral top and pants pale blue. There for a moment to hand me a gown, and tell me what to do. As I'm getting undressed, she checks on a man, he's in the room right next to mine. He's crying in pain and begging for help, I hear her tell him that he'll be fine. A few moments later, the crying has stopped, as she leaves she turns out his light. Whatever she did, it's done the trick, he'll be able to sleep tonight. She's back with me now and with her this time, she has her tools in tow. It's 3 in the morning and she must be tired, but if she is it doesn't show. Thermometer ready to check my 'temp, lift my tongue and tuck it under. As she wraps the black cuff around my arm, I watch her and I wonder. Working twelve hour shifts, three days off then four days on. Has she a husband or any children, who miss her when she's gone? Does she like cooking or singing? Does she paint or like to read? The needle, she pricks me, with such precision, I hardly even bleed. My IV's in place, my medicine given, she says goodnight with eyes so kind. Just as I'm drifting off into sleep, a thought suddenly enters my mind. To this woman I leave my health in her hands, a serious matter, this isn't a game. It strikes me as crazy just how much I trust her, when all I know of her is simply her name. By~Michelle Lacey
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