Thanks for being my friend
I don’t think you know what you mean to me
But you mean a lot
The chance of us not being friends
Is a real long shot
I hate when you’re sad
I love it when you’re happy
Because if your upset
It makes me feel crappy
Thanks for always being there
When I needed you most
If it weren’t for you the chances of me not being here
Would have really come close
I don’t know what I would do
If you weren’t my friend
I don’t think my heart
Would ever mend
I hope you know I always have your back
Just like you’ve had mine
And it will always stay that way
Until the end of time
We’ll be friends
Hopefully without end
So I just wanna say thanks
Thanks for being my friend
Sparks in the Mud: How Neanderthals Learned to Command Fire 400,000 Years
Ago
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New evidence from a quiet patch of English countryside suggests ancient
hominins were not simply borrowing nature’s flames, but striking their own.
