As to atlas eyes
it looks most adrift,
I call my continent Raft,
and its residents Raftees.
As Raft's northward push
causes damaging quakes,
Raftees
send aid to the islands affected.
There was a quake in Bali just before I was there.
Bali was not neglected.
Raft
sent a ship I call 'Respected'.
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