Diligence is the mother of good luck. — Benjamin Franklin
Diligence is the mother of good luck. — Benjamin Franklin
Diligence is the mother of good luck. — Benjamin Franklin
Diligence is the mother of good luck. — Benjamin Franklin
Diligence is the mother of good luck. — Benjamin Franklin
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Diligence is the mother of good luck.

— Benjamin Franklin
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