Dan Cupid arose with a very red nose And extracted a dart from his quiver: He adjusted his bow, but his hand shook so, And his wings were all of a shiver. “By Jove,” cried Cupid, “I’ve grown very stupid, My shooting is far from sure; It’s a touch of the ’flu, and this game I’ll eschew Till doctored with Woods’ Peppermint Cure.”
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Bay of Plenty Times, Volume LXVII, Issue 12823, 18 August 1939, Page 3
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63Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 Bay of Plenty Times, Volume LXVII, Issue 12823, 18 August 1939, Page 3
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