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Caulfield: Spring buds kick fall's butt. But it's over so fast! Frazz: "Nothing gold can stay." Caulfield: How comforting. What is it with Robert Frost, anyway? Real talent would be to make something grim feel happy. Frazz: "B is for basil, assaulted by bears." Caulfield: See? Why was Edward Gorey never our poet laureate?