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Poor Solomon Stead my sick in his heel, Twas a cold that he’d contracted, With lungs like lead, he was all hut dead, And his wife was nigh distracted. Overcome with grief she shook like a leaf, But such anguish was premature, Her mother rus' in, replacing hot gin With Woods re at Peppermint Cure,
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 47, 22 September 1916, Page 5
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55Page 5 Advertisements Column 3 Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 47, 22 September 1916, Page 5
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