THE DROUGHT OF 2002 remember rain stars in their hot fields can still shine the corn has put on its sick clothes the wind in its leaves stirs a dry voice that makes us wither bones clearly showing here comes our brown future to put its spots on us
THE DROUGHT OF 2002 remember rain stars in their hot fields can still shine the corn has put on its sick clothes the wind in its leaves stirs a dry voice that makes us wither bones clearly showing here comes our brown future to put its spots on us