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1 " She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone." Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. " All right. I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. " Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!" Simon slid down in his seat. " Please don't tell anyone I know him." Clary giggled. " Who uses the word 'loins'?" " Eric," Simon said grimly. " All his poems have loins in them." 'Turgid is my torment!" Eric wailed. " Agony swells within!" " You bet it does," Clary said. "
