Childhood's bestest friend.

This was sent to me in an e-mail, and I thought I'd share it with you. Makes a change from all the spam and warnings about viruses, etc. (Yes, the hard-boiled cynic has a soft spot)

There is a miracle called friendship, that dwells within the heart.

You don’t know how it happens, or when it gets its start.
But you know the special lift it always brings,

And you know the friendship is a most precious gift.
A friend is someone we turn to

When our spirits need a rise.
A friend is someone we treasure

And their friendship is the prize.
A friend is someone who fills our lives

With beauty, joy and grace,
And makes the world we live in

A better and happier place.