I lovo the silver tracery of tho moon. ,Tho sunshine painting golden gems at noon. - A I love tho sighing wind, the pephyr soft, The wee soft cloudlets scurrying by aloft. , „ ,1 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 light him fair with Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LX, Issue 18162, 9 August 1933, Page 3
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66Page 3 Advertisements Column 4 Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LX, Issue 18162, 9 August 1933, Page 3
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