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Seven Card Stud - New Deck The Joker's head was on the block. No key would turn within the lock and free him from confinement so he wildly could enthrall. Then someone cracked the cellophane, somewhat like a window pane, and all of them went shuffling up and down the hall. Aces made no prime selections. Kings just ran in all directions. Queens kept looking for a place where they could gently fall. The one-eyed Jacks tried hard to think of how to signal with a wink. The tens and nines debated as to which of them should call. From eight through seven, six and five, none of these hoped to survive, and as for four through duece, there really was no hope at all. And so the deal came crashing down, some players stayed and some left town. I think the whole thing ended in a wild and wooly brawl! |
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