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Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.

Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.

Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.

Adam, Me, Vivian and JP

Sitting here and thinking how My life much richer is now
For all the ones I've chanced upon And the tapestry that was spun

There was a time when no one came No friends to play in childhood game
No one to shelter from the rain Nor the adolescent pain

Yet in my inner heart I knew Secrets rare and secrets true
Were wishes horses, all would ride Other dreamers by my side

Then one day I dropped my guard I never did something so hard
In my heart I let others in And found I had a friend

By one's and two's they gathered near Soothing all my darkest fears
A tapestry we began to weave And I once more believe

For youth need never fade away As long as I can dream and play
On wistful horses I will ride With other dreamers at my side

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John Schmidt
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