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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 the photo graphic, 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 Grandpa was inimitable… uncommon. He could make a story out of a passing wind and have me crying, giggling like an imp-- this God-given knack could spin yarns of myth that even my siblings rasp with bulging eyes , mouths wide as a crater, entranced from delicate plots soaked in mystery. Every trail was one step away from anticipation, but a story was a story, the larger the better… how could a pirate turn into a lizard or a starlight emerge as a queen? It didn’t matter what the tale was about, for between, “And then” and “Later on,” my gasp was sucked deep into another world beyond my own knowing. Oh Gramps would pull out his violin while we both serenaded the clouds, unmindful of Granny’s holler from the kitchen. Somehow, no one had the power to wheel us back to reality – not yet: Not until he passed on in his sleep at 68--- my young adult-heart ravaged, minced. I wipe these vintage books he left for me, a scent of faint cigar drifting among earmarks which likely mesmerized, invigorated those he entertained around his theater-stage… and I , a dear audience, was the special one of all. Broken Wing’s Contest: Old jewelry or Just old things, or Old, Old Poems 10/31/2016
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