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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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Glockenspiels and Odd Time Signatures
and so it goes, the more you try the more it blows, the lightening strikes, the weight is towed, the rain it falls, the yarn is sewn, the rhythm ranks high, the face lies, the smiles come when faith finally dies, and all in all the time ruptures to the tinklings of an instrument one never learned how to play & raincoats are worn on the sunniest days & boring is the only game that’s played & smog replaces the beauty traced like scars that come when babies make their way into this place, aren’t ya glad you were part of the whole charade? aren’t ya glad it all ceased to make sense, when the landlord came to take your rent & ya looked him straight in the eyes & laughed, for it all comes quick when you want it to last, it all slows down when you need it to pass, humming the notes you’re sure you know, forgetting the words that don’t quite flow, lucky to wade in the shallow water, luckier to pretend that there is no other, watching you & watching me, we’ve known it all our history, the one that meows out loud a whine is the last to get the sip of milk before it turns--- and we both know it doesn’t turn like the finest of wines.
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