Beside the flowing bowl, come sit with me; Heed not the Koran; it is naught to the©. On© soothing draught of nectar gives more bliss Than all the rapture of an hour’s kiss. Life’s fleeting span is meant for hours of joy, When doubts and dogmas add no sour alloy. And for our colds we certain ease assure. With treasured -Woods’ Great Pejporaint Cure.*
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Horowhenua Chronicle, 11 June 1932, Page 7
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64Page 7 Advertisements Column 1 Horowhenua Chronicle, 11 June 1932, Page 7
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