Encouter with poetry—Naughty Cupid Dj 昊立

Once upon a time there was an old poet-oneof those good, honest old poets. One evening, as he was sitting quietly in hishome, a terrible storm broke out-the rain poured down in torrents-but the old poetsat warm and cozyin his study, for a fire blazed brightly in his stove and roasting apples sizzled and hissed beside it.

"There won't be a dry stitch onanybody out in this rain," he told himself. You see, he was a verykindhearted old poet.