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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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Winter Time Grief
WINTER TIME GRIEF… The long hot summer has disappeared over the horizon, Yielding to the arrival of the cooling Fall. Despite their approaching fate---the annual leaves’ excision, the tower trees proudly stand firm and tall. The steamy sticky sweaty nights have all gone giving way to the cool ebony breeze; horny crickets and frogs no longer sing their eerie mating song; squirrels organize their cupboards in the hollows of the trees; and mushrooms grow on the graves of the Fall’s fallen leaves. In the early evens’ mist, sun of change ushered in the close of day leaving flickering shadows hovering over time’s footprints. Birds---angels of the sky, have spread their wings and flown away; leaving behind empty nests to catch the winter’s coming events. Strange, how nature’s circadian rhythms bring about change; but in the winter season of humanity, so much remain the same. Even in the winter cold, sable blood flows from the rape of justice: No matter the season, the blind goddess remains a scheming mistress.
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