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April 28, 2017
The ghost of Abacus Bendy
lived at the bottom of the well
and only came out in the evenings
at the sound of the Trinity bell.
The soul of Abacus Bendy
stayed grounded after he died,
unlike other souls in the vicinity
that went on a mystery ride.
The ghost of Abacus Bendy –
quite harmless and full of play,
came up to dry out at twilight
after resting in the well all day.
The friends of Abacus Bendy –
pond-life who wouldn’t tell,
were undisturbed by the nightly rituals
at the sound of the Trinity bell.
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