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Venice Treacle
Its London in 1665 so hold your nose they
Blamed a parcel of silks sent from the Levant, amid the fug
Amulets and charms were in vogue not
Oximeters, wizards and fortune-tellers preferred to
Press conferences with boffins
Remedies like garlic tobacco and Venice treacle sold out for want of
Mouthwash and high dose vitamin C while
Handkerchiefs soaked in vinegar served as masks ...
Friday 22nd May 2020 11:46 am
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