Original Palindromes Lacitebahpla

One parsec afar, Ira faces rape, no?

One pal, a jalapeno.

One noon sex alert relaxes no one—no?

On Enola’s yawl at Aceh port sat a catastrophe cat: always alone, no?

One nod, slob, my stoner: are not symbols done—no?

One nods if fat staff is done, no?

One nip, one melt taco’s a pleasure in a zanier USA, El Paso cattlemen opine, no?

One Nair bottle was a welt to Brian Eno.

One mortadella virtuoso’s out-rivalled at Rome, no?

One moon had a shadow O.D.; ah, sad, ah no omen—O!

One mohel assesses sale home, no?

One moderate bet, a red omen O.

On Emil’s wastage bin, a man I begat saw slime, no?

One met a democrat star: come date me, no?

One Mat raps aspartame, no?

One Maltese song aide, he diagnoses ET lame, no?

One lost sole, no?

One leg, ass, a man rubs—I’m red—I peel—a pale epidermis burn: a massage, Leno.

On Elba, I made Robert sulk: calm, lacklustre, bored, amiable, no?

One last piece receipts ale, no?

One lady gnat sees tangy Dale, no?

“One kilt, Lucille,” yell I, “cult-like, no!”

One jazz I play, or royal pizza, Jeno?

O’Neill, I bet all—I titillate Billie, no?

One film lacks a motto: got to mask calm life, no?

One filled omen I plan is to let Adele date lots in alpine model life, no?

One facet’s a ‘taste café’, no?

One evaded Aveeno.

One dit/dah: I jam radios so I’d arm a jihad tide, no?

One dice deliver, if Sal, Lisa (as ill as fire vile) decide, “No!”