I love the silver tracery of the moon, The sunshine painting golden gems at noom I love the sighing wind, the zephyr soft. The wee soft cloudlets scurrying u. aloft. [ 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 fielit him fair with Woods’ Great, Peppermint Cure. 26
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Wairarapa Daily Times, 26 September 1933, Page 5
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65Page 5 Advertisements Column 5 Wairarapa Daily Times, 26 September 1933, Page 5
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