Grout for those people who have never had to undertake any tiling work is the cement used to fill the spaces between the individual tiles. All will be become clear when you read this poem:
I honestly have to admit I have never considered the mercy of grouting but life is long and who knows what you'll encounter...
Here is a revision, you can read the last version here.
What's changed?
The rubble now is magic-ed away rather than disappeared and there is a space before the final line.
They seem worthwhile changes.
Here's some more of the late, lamented Randy California, and his wondrous Spirit.
Until next time.
an empty ferry – pre
Christmas
endless
football on every screen
the
eye cannot escape
the
moving image
the
six men
who
compromise
the
other drinkers in the bar
have
reached that point in the evening
when
it is possible to talking tiling
and
just how
very
forgiving grout can be
we
lag behind
but
stay to close the bar
and sing on the stage
I honestly have to admit I have never considered the mercy of grouting but life is long and who knows what you'll encounter...
Here is a revision, you can read the last version here.
It took five working
days to do for the house,
one
implacable machine of cold force did it in,
supplied
as it was with an endless chain
of
hard lorries to magic
away the
evidence.
The
wallpaper sloughed off
all
those exposed inner spaces,
at
least the rain kept the dust down
if
not the sounds of the building’s death.
After
that they scraped the naked earth,
removed
half the garden, most of the lawn,
demarcating
the dimensions of the car park.
The
flats rose quickly after that.
The rubble now is magic-ed away rather than disappeared and there is a space before the final line.
They seem worthwhile changes.
Here's some more of the late, lamented Randy California, and his wondrous Spirit.
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