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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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It is three am, and I wonder where you are, and why I am without you......... Tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock..... Each clock clamorously claims victory ~ Fleeting Victory... The sound of tires on a wet, dark highway is amplified, and I wonder how Many of those travelers comprehend their destination and how many will Arrive Home Safely... Reality thrives not on rainbows. It is winter, and I need to breathe ~ yes~ a scrupulous black and white....... Austere borders...ice and rock...a conscience of the finest caliber................ Forty-seven years and my Act Remains Imperfect; Then, theatre, for me, has always been a spectator sport; although truth Is on my side, I remain brutally beaten... Why am I without you? My pretty white crochet curtains surround the bleak, for your mystery makes Me weary, and why does April taunt me so... You reside in a stone hut, and I am a sleepwalking virgin.
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