Poor Solomon Stead lav sick in his 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' iot gin
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Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 270, 18 August 1915, Page 4
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53Page 4 Advertisements Column 3 Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 270, 18 August 1915, Page 4
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