IPP to close - Please read carefully

Greetings Poets,
I've been working on some changes recently, both with my personal site, and the general infrastructure that envelopes the IPP. Due to bandwith costs, compatibility with the new infrastructure, and other reasons, I have decided to close the site down. This will happen on April 9th, 2008.
I am only posting this message here at General 1, because this seems to be the only salon that sees meaningful levels of traffic these days. I am happy to have provided you with this service so far, however, the time has come for it to end.
Sadly, your archived poetry will no longer be available, as I can no longer afford the costs associated with storage space. I suggest that any contributors who would like to retain copies of their postings should visit the 'Closed Poems' page and copy their scribings over to their personal computers. I shall be downloading the entire archive held on the IPP onto DVD, and will assume title, copyright and intellectual property rights for all contributions that have been posted.
I'm sorry to see the site go down, but this is the way it is. For those who are interested, my new site will feature an enhanced resume with AJAX collapsible folders and Web 5.6 style presentation. You will also be able to purchase space to host your own Forums, which are private and open only to those you wish. I am expecting the new site to be up and running on May 1st 2008. Please feel free to contact me on my usual email address for updates on the progress of the new site.
It's going to be great - I look forward to hearing from all of you!
- Ann Cantelow
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This is really good news. Perhaps having to pay to use the IPP will stop all these moronic trolls from ruining it for everyone. I for one will have no problemin paying for the service.
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hogwash!
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methinks someone has been to the well one too many times:
atlas.csd.net/~cantelow/cgi-bin/poem_view.pl/pub/6870/0/1
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Is this for real?
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Yes. that announcement gets posted every year, and it's "for real".
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It was a good run. RIP, IPP.
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Well, as a run, this site has had a good one. I've written alot on this site and will come back and collect as it were, all the writing that I put here.
Thanks for the space and the time it's taken to maintain it.
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Closed poems: 6870
sheesh
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We All Know what Next Tuesday is too Dont We?
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Bottoms Up!
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every time you stutter in uppercase, god closes a poem