Original Palindromes Oldest

Pose as a gas, Aesop.

Puma, et al., let Ella team up.

Put, “I peek to not keep it up.”

Red roc erases a recorder.

“Sit up,” I nod, “if I do nip UTI’s.”

So I begat no montage bios.

Stef fumes, “Reverse muffets?!”

Stifled-no rondel fits!

Stole costs ocelots!

Tao may be by a moat.

To Pope, repo pot.

Won’t I move on a canoe vomit now?

Yaw a raft far away.

Dataset - a generic ire negates a tad.

“Loop, revile Liverpool!”

Slap a Yoda do ya, pals?

At emu mess, I diss emu Meta.

Yawn “A” in a more Romanian way.

“I’m a drowsy sword, am I?”

Level eyes, eye level.

Mad, alas, Devin knived Sal Adam.

“Oh, cello doll, echo!”

So, may Apple help pay Amos?

Agasp, arcane poeticisms I cite open a crap saga.

Rot sapodillas is all I do, Pastor.

Wet samurai poets at noon taste opia, rum, a stew.

No, let rope deport Elon!

Emit nine vows woven in time.

At NASA, Satan slew obese (bowels) Nat, as a Santa.

“Egad, at sin I play!” -Alpinist adage.