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Poor Solomon Stead lay 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 distraeted. 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' Gjeat Peppermint Cur^
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Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 310, 4 October 1915, Page 4
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59Page 4 Advertisements Column 6 Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 310, 4 October 1915, Page 4
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