Maine Sea Quack:  a Great Disappointment

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Electric was the rock that hit her head;

Like levitation, lights inspired her brain,

Like little comas knocking her near dead.

Epiphanies resulted from the strain.

Negotiating them is what minds do.

Geometry of Jesuits might help;

Without casuistry we might construe

Her visions truly.  She is like a whelp

Inspired with plagiarism’s breeding faults.

This seer spoke of health and holy God,

Exacting from her followers a waltz,

Salvation, offered — they . . . walkover-awed.

  A hypocrite, she hid the chowder (clam).

    Dissembling holiness, she lived her sham.