I love the 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 Woods’ Great Pepp’ormifit Cure. 26
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Wairarapa Age, 29 August 1933, Page 2
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66Page 2 Advertisements Column 5 Wairarapa Age, 29 August 1933, Page 2
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