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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362029" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dear Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For The Late Maurice Callard</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dear friend it has been a long time <br>since I last spoke to you. <br>Sadly, I will never get that chance again. <br>You are gone now, <br>sitting at God’s side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While you were here, <br>you were my tutor, <br>my surrogate father and my friend. <br>I remember our first meeting <br>so very vividly. <br>You headed up a class of five <br>and the year was 1976. <br>For the next 17 years or so, <br>you became the lifeblood of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember how you patiently <br>guided me through each novel that I wrote. <br>Proclaiming that I got better with each one. <br>Too bad the publishers never saw it that way. <br>However, you never let me get discouraged by that. <br>There is always the next one you would say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You called me your good luck charm <br>as every class I attended <br>always seemed to be a good one. <br>I made many friends thanks to you. <br>Just before your health started failing <br>we got together and gave a night to you. <br>They asked me to speak about you. <br>I abandoned the script I had written <br>and just recollected the happy years that we had.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a year or so, you were gone <br>with one wish left behind. <br>For nearly 14 years, <br>I carried that wish with me. <br>Then finally I got a chance to fulfil it <br>and your last wish came true. <br>It was paying back only a small measure <br>of what you had given me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of those five students you had in 1976 <br>two have been granted <br>the success you wished on them. <br>One became a renown novelist <br>and the other a poet - me.<br> <br>Dear friend you may be gone <br>but you are not forgotten <br>by me or anyone <br>who was touched by your generosity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2 April 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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Dear friend it has been a long time 
since I last spoke to you. 
Sadly, I will never get that chance again. 
You are gone now, 
sitting at God’s side.

While you were here, 
you were my tutor, 
my surrogate father ..."></div>
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