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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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Cookie Jar
My childhood cookie jar was brown And looked like it was Asian. It must have been a gift, but I don’t know for what occasion. Bright flowers and some animals Were intertwined with gold. I always found it ugly, Yet such sweets were in its hold: Vienna fingers, Hydrox, Chips Ahoy and Pecan Sandies; Nothing homemade, only cookies – Never cakes or candies. It rested on a pantry shelf, Not really on display. That “out of sight” thing didn’t work – We plumbed it every day. For years I hadn’t thought about That jar or sneaking snacks Until, in an antique store, Something stopped me in my tracks. For there it was, in front of me – “Tobacco Jar,” it said; And all those memories just started Crowding in my head. I didn’t buy it, even though Nostalgia has its place. You can’t relive the past But certain objects we embrace. That cookie jar seems special now, Still ugly, though, in truth; But buying it would not return me To my long-lost youth.
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