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Brian Strand's Your Choice A Contest
The Louvre
Beneath strands of citrine dangling in the sky
arms glitter on a Moulin Rouge display,
neon bulbs flirt with the Arc spinning high
its rich tableu, like pastel from Monet.
And streets float on floods of traffic yellow
unleashing a thousand monarchs on flames,
scenting an evening airbrushed by Van Gogh
as figures grind on roulette of oiled frames.
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Paris night , after 9 pm...a few years back
Third place
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