Original Palindromes Lacitebahpla

I'm runnin', Nurmi.

I’m regicide, may also slay a Medici — germ, I!

I moan, “Potato got atop Naomi.”

I moan, “No swan gnaws on Naomi!”

I moan, “No putrid royal clay or dirt upon Naomi!”

I moan, “No putrid goddesses said I assessed dog-dirt upon Naomi!”

I moan, “No, Neil—an alien on Naomi!”

I moan, “No lice Cecil, on Naomi.”

I moan, “Naomi!”

I moan, "Live on, O evil Naomi!"

I moan, “Live O evil Naomi!”

I moan, Ed; I hide Ed’s deed; I hide Naomi.

I moaned, “An omelette’s in an anisette lemonade, Naomi?”

I mime Mimi.

I met System I.

I’m bad — I hid a BMI.

I may snap at a rat—a pansy am I?

I may rub Silas Marner, wet a noted pup, detonate wren, ram—Salisbury am I!

I may not see fallibility ’til I bill a fee; stony am I!

I may doom Boston; O do not sob; moody am I!

I may dole my melody, Ami.

I may ball a wallaby, Ami.

I may argue I limp, mad as a damp milieu: gray am I.

I, Maxine, oh phoenix am I!

I’m a tune nut, am I?

I'm a tuna nut, am I?

I’m a track-limp milk cart, am I?

I’m a ten-game babe magnet, am I?

I’m at a tatami.

I’m at a tan ox on a tatami.