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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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The Operating System
The System Disk That wide open plan, The desktop area so spacious, A vast canvas so beautiful; Why do you sit there, Open to all for their curiosity? When you to me call. Oh cupboard, that hard disk brimming with identity, Memory no problem, even lacking files; Proficiently organised with raging delight, Amorous filing system which you employ. All disks are obvious, seen by me, Begging to be viewed, added to or changed, Offering usage stats and permissions, That are not just the programmer’s privilege, But any user's decree. No LOGO, no dos, No text-based system to beat, No floppies to be distorted, By the drives' magnetic wheels. Encrypted files are offered, But that requires some introspection, About whether or not your loved one, Would really infraltrate your disk, And read your documents. My computer is a reflection of me, My order or my mayhem; No longer my prowess and endeavour, ‘Cos my articulations are my graft, Not the machine’s mechanisations.
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