Original Palindromes Lacitebahpla

I made dice do some memo, so decided am I.

“I made Di,” asserts Mae’s seamstress,” aid Ed, ami.”

I made border bard’s drowsy swords; drab, red robed am I.

I, mad as a god, do gas Adami.

I’m a Dane; a maenad, am I?

“I’m a damsel,” brawny Llewellyn warbles, “—mad am I!”

I, madam, on an oily lion, a nomad am I.

I madam, I made radio! So I dared. Am I mad? Am I?

I’m a Dad, am I?

iMac: “I’m so cosmic!… am I?”

I'm a bony nob, am I?

I lob Mort’s stromboli.

I lob Mort’s Bologna cuts; Stu can go lob Stromboli.

I'll let Anita Natina tell Li.

Illicit song, rob all lung: null labor—gnostic, ill, I.

Illicit Sid, a star, bore her a wan unaware hero brat: sadistic ill I.

Ill, I cable to hotel, “Bacilli!”

Ill, I cable, “Mach’s awash—camel bacilli!”

Ill ET ordered rotelli.

I’ll enliven Nevil, Nelli.

I live evil, I.

I like Kili.

“I let one man I’d named as a liar trek” I hailed Eli, “a hiker trail—as a demand I name not Eli!”

I let a fez amaze fat Eli.

I lessen it … folderol, I ATE tailored loftiness, Eli!

I lessen, damn it; solemn rot’s torn me, lost in madness, Eli.

I lessen, damn it solemn me, lost in madness, Eli.

I led deli.

I led a red nude by a day bed under a deli.

“I leave  (to rot) Eva!” -Eli.