When swallows nestle 'neath the eaves And faintly stir the autumn leaves. There waft to me as night-boats glide Sweet songs of love at eventide. Chill winds blow* keen across the bay As twilight slowly waned away. And that brings fear of colds, be sv^e. And thought of Woods' Peppermint Cure. —Advt.
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Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XLII, Issue XLII, 8 September 1922, Page 5
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52Page 5 Advertisements Column 3 Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XLII, Issue XLII, 8 September 1922, Page 5
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