THE SICK
(Selected) Now, Dally, you must lie quite still. Because'you're very, very, ill— There’s sawdust coming from your head So you must really stay in bed. I think I’ll fetch the doctor, too, And ask him what I ought to do. Now, Dolly dear, you need not cry, I don’t think' you are going to die.
—Sent in by Sbirley Heenan, Central Takaka.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 80, 30 November 1945, Page 3
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64THE SICK Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 80, 30 November 1945, Page 3
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