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Where are my Cards?
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Where are my cards Christmas cards No one sends them Anymore- Including myself I blame it on the internet You hit one key And they are sent automatically You have to admit Handwritten cards Are more personable AAAggh technology

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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on January 12, 2015

And where are the love letters, lovers once tied up with a ribbon and kept in a locked chest?

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 6, 2015

I do love technology (particularly for the ease of communicating) but I also love getting my yearly cards from my daughters and one of my nieces. The personal touch cannot be replaced. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on December 22, 2014

Yes, and I love keeping in touch the old fashioned way!
Merry Christmas, Christine :)

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 21, 2014

my daughter makes her own cards with computer software and sends them out ...

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on December 21, 2014

True poetic thoughts here. Well, it's nice to get cards both ways. I will take whatever from my children and grand kids. But the fifties and sixties generation still send cards and I like that as well.

Merry Christmas!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on December 20, 2014

I still get them, but not like before the Internet.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on December 20, 2014

So true..............but Merry Christmas!!!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on December 20, 2014

You said it, and said it well!

Michael D.

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