I dreamt I sought the tent of Old Khayyam. And stood aloof, of all his guests the least, Until he spake to greet my sad salaam: “ Come, share the gold and crimson of the feast! Lo! here be figs and dates and ruhv trine, And gold 'honey in its hire-trax pure, And if to ease a cold you so incline, Here’s Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.—Advt.
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Hokitika Guardian, 10 April 1926, Page 2
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65Page 2 Advertisements Column 6 Hokitika Guardian, 10 April 1926, Page 2
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