BIG HEARTS AT LITTLE GRILL
High up in the Shenandoah
A wee bit past the house of Noah
Along the business Route 11
There you'll find big parts of Heaven.
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A place of myth that lights the sky
As big old trucks sail sweetly by
Not a diner, they say 'collective'
I use it as my Soul corrective.
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Go there hungry, go there irate
They'll fill your Soul, your needs they'll sate
If it's Tuesday, bring taste for salsa
That's when the plates get dished up faster.
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If it's Thursday with Chris in voice
To stay for words, you have no choice
That's when our friends, like Jedidiah
Feed us with thoughts, sweet mind's desire.
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Go there empty, you'll get your fill
They have Big Hearts at Little Grill.
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