For countless hours I toiled in thought
before its sweet release.
The poem held such elegance,
another masterpiece.
I clicked to post the work of art
that all would love so dear.
Then waited for reviews of praise
I knew would soon appear.
The first response was precious gold.
To life the sixer came.
A perfect birth began anew
the search for great acclaim.
Four more reviews applaud the piece
and gracefully bestow
the nourishment with five stars each
that only helped it grow.
I knew it'd reach the Well Received
for all here to adore,
but soon a newbie to the site
then slandered it with four.
The six-star rating dropped to five
and then it understood.
It longed to reach the front-page worth
but knew it never would.
So earnestly it fought to live,
with forty cents it tried.
Two more reviews just weren't enough,
then my dear sixer died.
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