Hey Arnold: Helga's poem
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The Boy I Love
He looks at me and I swoon,
He brushes past me and I almost faint,
I look at him and my brain starts to play a tune,
Why does he have to be such a perfect little saint?
He is the boy I adore.
Why is my stomach fluttering like a dove?
I want all of him and more.
He is the boy I love.
