| Jim: |
Hey! That’s great Kath. |
| Kath: |
It is, isn’t it? |
| Jim: |
Cor! |
| Kath: |
Ooh, I’ve cut a rose. |
| Jim: |
Cor! Just the job, eh? … lovely …
What a lovely smell … cor! Reminds me of an old song Kath. |
| Kath: |
It does? |
| Jim: |
Umh. |
| Kath: |
Well sing it then. |
| Jim: |
You are my garden of roses,
Kissed by the morning dew,
Each little flower that opens,
Fortunes I find in you … |
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