Nickel Children 3
All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks.
Twilights silhouettes upon the ridges walk.
Cool winds upon them as dusk becomes the dark.
The giant nickel shining in moonlight for the shock.
The red horizons glowing in molten rocks of slag.
The metal casted buckets off slightly to their side.
A heated dump of coals made brilliant to their waste.
The show inspired view to watch along the ride.
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