The queenly rose knows no decay, Though spurred and crushed it lies, And while it slowly wastes away Its fragrance never dies. With. other gifts that make life glad, And in onr thoughts endure, It cheers oui* hearts when sick. and sad Like Woods' Great Peppesrmint Gure.
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Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 16, 2 July 1920, Page 7
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47Page 7 Advertisements Column 2 Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 16, 2 July 1920, Page 7
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