Changing Lanes By Aaron Ace Cook

Court sessions and restraining orders, jailed and baild, shelters and welfares, lose of friends and death of Dorian. No mother there to share connection, no jeanette to shovel the care or the benefits, brothers changing lanes, going their own way. Its ok. Ex girlfriends dramatic decisions, income under construction, job searching and drugs flushing out.
Walking the line and letting you all know what I'm really about.
A few have faith, most have doubt but when Aaron Ace is backed into circles of optsticals, he has this ability to turn them into glass round tables and slap over priced labels, free mental knowledge of cable, I always stay stabled thought the rain of fate and I always patiently wait for happiness to come and pick up a plate from the kitchen. Food for thought. You do the dishes.

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