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Poor Solomon Stoat] lay Rick in his bed, 'Twas n eold tliat he'd ron traded, With lungs like lead, lig was all but dead, And his wife was nigh distracted.In the stress of her grief she shook like a loaf, But such anguish way, premature. For her mother rushed in and replaced hot gin With Woods' Great Peppermint j Cure.
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVII, Issue 88, 14 August 1915, Page 8
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60Page 8 Advertisements Column 3 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVII, Issue 88, 14 August 1915, Page 8
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