I love tne silver tracery of the moon, The sunshine painting golden gems at noon, I love the sighing wind, the zephyr soft, The wee soft cloudlets scurrying by aloft. I love to feel the wondrous glow of health, And if a cold should come to me by stealth, I never let the miscreant foe mature, But fight him fair with Wood’s Great Peppermint Cure.
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Hawera Star, Volume LIII, 28 August 1933, Page 3
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65Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Hawera Star, Volume LIII, 28 August 1933, Page 3
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