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    The craster, fast, though not faster
    Than the brash and raspy plasterer
    Met with quite a sore disaster...
    Perhaps because she was not faster.
    She lived on trash under the plaster
    Until the day that the old master
    Sent to patch the cracking plater
    In his task, just cast her.
    Now the moral is that every craster
    Must one day, meet it's master

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