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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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My Dearest Mandy
My Dearest Mandy Girl, my beautiful Child – into my life you came. I gave you your first name, for a while my last name. You were a bright light in my life – that shone, radiating hope, that, now fades, is almost gone. I feel it in my heart, my soul, every day at dawn realizing, in pain, once again, I will not be seeing you, my Grandson, having fun, wondering ?, what to do as this life, these times, experiences slip away. Lost forever, never to be known again, so I pray that whatever it is ?, will change one day ! I call you daily, once, twice, your phone rings and rings You see it, you know it, you hear it, but nothing it brings to my ears, but itself, not a sound, not a word, not a whisper, a thought, a feeling have I heard. Not an explanation as to what this is all for ?, as I see, as I feel you slowly close the door. That death bell sounds, it doth toll, it rings out loud - in my heart – with strife, strife that, with all else, has stolen my soul, taking piece, of what little is left of my life ! B. J. “A” 2 April 29th 2002
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