When heat and dust clogged my face.
And the sweat poured from the pores.
I would then thirstily gaze
at her window and implore.
As always she would be there-
a glass of water in hand.
Her smile showed how much she cared
for me and my restless band.
Now closed is her kitchen door.
Our thirst will be quenched no more.
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