Nickel Children 1
All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks.
Cooler winds upon them scents.
The smell of dying leaves descending on their nose
and all to build the heart's suspense.
A group of girls giggling huddled in the wind.
Their gossip for the boys to hear.
Excitement for the moment that it's gotten cold
and passion they'll be warmer when their near.
All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks.
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