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by martin newell
Carl Wilson of The Beach Boys has died. He was the group's lead guitarist and one of the vocalists.
A Beach Boy In Putney
So having waxed my board down
In Clapham as a rule
I surfed up Putney High Street
En route to Elliot School
Then speeding from assembly
Still dripping with defiance
`No Surfing On The Stairway'
I crashed. In double science.
Meanwhile, in California
A state of mind I had
In sand box, at piano
And quietly going mad
Sat Brian Wilson piecing
Together one by one
Like broken bits of jigsaw
His soundtrack for the sun
With Theremin and wind chimes
And harmonies in place
He gave it to his brothers
Who launched it into space
As slightly west of Wandsworth
The summer out of reach
I languished in the classroom
A long way from the beach
Where Rhonda couldn't help me
With rain the only sound
Outside in Pullman Gardens
I didn't get around.
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