This post really tripped me out because I just finished playing black jack when I read it. I like how this poem/picture is like a song that just makes perfect sense in a specific time. I can count cards and like to play blackjack blind when I play friends. They can look at their cards, but I can't look at mine. I usually win, but they forgive me.
This post really tripped me out because I just finished playing black jack when I read it. I like how this poem/picture is like a song that just makes perfect sense in a specific time. I can count cards and like to play blackjack blind when I play friends. They can look at their cards, but I can't look at mine. I usually win, but they forgive me.
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