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The Auction House

Open to the public, There are paintings to peruse, Plus some sketches and some sculpture For the connoisseur to choose. On the days before an auction I will wander through the space, Wond’ring if there’s a Picasso Or Monet I can embrace. Just today I saw Pissarros, Norman Rockwells and Matisse. There were quite a few Chagalls All hanging, waiting for release. Though I’m lucky to be able To see art that so enthralls, Think how privileged are the buyers Who’ll hang some on their own walls!

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Date: 5/16/2024 11:17:00 PM
And I'll bet the prices were astronomical!!! / Maurice
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Date: 5/14/2024 8:44:00 PM
What? No Picassos on your walls?! I thought that everyone in Manhattan had at least two or three... lol... I have two, by the way: Although my father painted them, they look like the real thing, as they have vegetable soup smeared all over them, courtesy of left-wing radical 'Save the Environmenters.' lol. Cheers, Gershon
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Date: 5/14/2024 10:52:00 AM
At least you get the chance to see them before they're sold, think I'd be a nervous wreck if I had an old master on my wall lol. Tom
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Date: 5/13/2024 3:14:00 PM
I have been to auctions but not the high end ones. My husband bought a bag of towels many years ago. Stull using them. Lol. This is a good poem.
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