The shades of night were falling fast,As through an Eastern village passedA youth who bore, through dust and heat,A stencil-plate, that read complete—“SAPOLIO.”
CLEAN PAINT, OIL CLOTHS, FLOORS,WOOD WORK, TABLES & SHELVESwith Sapolio.
His brow was sad, but underneath,White with “Odonto” shone his teeth,And through them hissed the words, “Well, blowMe tight if here is ’ary...
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