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Po,o r Solomon Stead lay sick in bed, Twas a cold that he'd contracted With lungs like lead, he was all but dead And his wife was nigh distracted. In the stress of her grief she shook like a leaf, But such anguish was premature, For her mother rushed in, and replaced hot gin With Woods' Great Peppermint Cure.
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Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 30 September 1915, Page 2
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59Page 2 Advertisements Column 3 Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 30 September 1915, Page 2
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