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WINDOWS.
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While resting, lost deep in slumber,
thunderous noises began to fill my room.
BANG!  BANG!  BANG!  BANG!  BANG!
Brain struggled    front door    hurry!
Legs asleep    
I staggered towards the knocking.
Frenzied, I opened the door to dazzling sunlight,
and a woman with a clipboard.

"Hello Sir!" (She spat the words at
  me like bullets). I stood in a daze.
Then came the company 'spiel',
ignoring edgewise interjections.
She paused and inhaled before each barrage,
Then suddenly stopped, tilting her head sweetly,
offering me her most winning smile.

Allowing only pertinent replies,
She prompts with her pen:
 "Your name, Mr...?"
She scribbles.
"Working?  Mr...?"
She scribbles again.
"Bank?  Mr...?"

"WINDOWS IS IT?" I thundered.
She nodded nervously.
"THEN MEASURE ME UP!
THE LOT!
FRONT, BACK, UP AND DOWN.
GET IT ESTIMATED!"
And she did.

Days passed.
Then: BANG!  BANG!  BANG!
"Hello Mr...?
Here's our free estimate.
We aim to please."

"AND NOW, YOU CAN HAVE MINE!
My pockets you'll not rob,
Though my peace you destroy,
So if you're round this way again,
By all means, measure-me-up!
Measure-me-up!"

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