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Blend of SorrowA four fourth beat of melody in a song covers the misery and cries for so long from North to South, and East to West drains deadly water into ocean to rest. Scores of humanity share the agony losses grow in magnitude and density in the wake of strain are casts of blame unfair to a target in this nature's game. Sixty one out of seventy six provinces suffice to declare a nation in total crisis amid calamity there's still an advantage food and shelter aren't concern of shortage. Flood gates gradually opened to release tons of water with efforts to suppress adverse effects it may bring to metropolis would stop business operations and services. While flood waters continue to threaten generous deeds and help keep pouring in kindred spirits and benevolence surmount in selfless unity addressed to victims' account. His majesty, with kindness pronounced let flood water enter the palace ground provide the kingdom an equal protection for everyone deserves care and salvation. *Pinky* Thailand: October 22, 2011 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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