So, I woke up this morning singing the Kenny Rogers song, You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me Lucile.
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucile
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some sad times
Lived through some bad times
But this time the hurtin' won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me LucileI have only two questions
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